<?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-8897326336355614080</id><updated>2012-01-21T15:58:53.473Z</updated><category term='qui'/><title type='text'>Homem sem rosto</title><subtitle type='html'>Este espaço será acima de tudo um espaço de encontros com a verdade e com o melhor que a vida nós pode oferecer "a amizade, o amor". Assim ficam desde já todos convidados a colaborarem no mesmo. Obrigado</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>463</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3728202092918798420</id><published>2012-01-04T18:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:37:48.173Z</updated><title type='text'>... " A tua palavra " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTswCqyLxDc/TwScCNc4PFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/K1S5BDTffbo/s1600/Imagem%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTswCqyLxDc/TwScCNc4PFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/K1S5BDTffbo/s320/Imagem%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693847390687607890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste ano que agora se inicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de poder oferecer-te uma palavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra que simboliza-se o muito que me dás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, por existires...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3728202092918798420?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3728202092918798420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3728202092918798420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3728202092918798420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3728202092918798420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2012/01/tua-palavra.html' title='... &quot; A tua palavra &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTswCqyLxDc/TwScCNc4PFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/K1S5BDTffbo/s72-c/Imagem%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4135130519516400406</id><published>2011-12-30T12:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:32:40.539Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Um Excepcional 2012 "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFOqMKjc2Vs/Tv2uZpo1W2I/AAAAAAAAA90/oL5WrsOCdvg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFOqMKjc2Vs/Tv2uZpo1W2I/AAAAAAAAA90/oL5WrsOCdvg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691897259763260258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"somos responsáveis por tudo que acontece neste mundo. somos Guerreiros da Luz. com a força do nosso amor, de nossa vontade, podemos mudar o nosso destino e o destino de muita gente." &lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz um grande poeta Pedro Barroso " Agora nunca é tarde "...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XcBIAdsyPI&amp;feature=related&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-4135130519516400406?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4135130519516400406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4135130519516400406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4135130519516400406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4135130519516400406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-excepcional-2012.html' title='... &quot; Um Excepcional 2012 &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFOqMKjc2Vs/Tv2uZpo1W2I/AAAAAAAAA90/oL5WrsOCdvg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1108599330305737199</id><published>2011-12-29T13:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:00:38.325Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Quem sou " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKa7E55hr7M/TvxyJegb0-I/AAAAAAAAA9o/EKz4R0diCdw/s1600/FogoArtMacau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKa7E55hr7M/TvxyJegb0-I/AAAAAAAAA9o/EKz4R0diCdw/s320/FogoArtMacau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691549536222958562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano de 2011 encaminha-se para o fim...&lt;br /&gt;O 2012 não tarda a chegar... &lt;br /&gt;Dizem, "os entendidos", que este ano que agora se avizinha será o mais difícil... &lt;br /&gt;Porque complicamos cada vez mais a vida? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi partindo desta forma de pensar, e uma vez que penso que me conheço minimamente,  resolvi fazer um balanço do meu eu... uma pequena lista de coisas que eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que, ainda, ambiciono fazer antes de partir:&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a dançar o tango.&lt;br /&gt;Viajar para todos os lugares do mundo que eu quiser...&lt;br /&gt;Escrever um livro.&lt;br /&gt;Viver no campo.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar... muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que, penso eu, faço bem:&lt;br /&gt;Acordar cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas reparações domesticas.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar das plantas.&lt;br /&gt;Estender a roupa ( a vizinha da frente vem sempre a janela quando eu estou a estender a roupa, deve ser para aprender... só pode!!! lol).&lt;br /&gt;Cozinhar.&lt;br /&gt;§§§§@@@@@££££ (esta não posso escrever lol).&lt;br /&gt;Beijar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeitos:&lt;br /&gt;Sou demasiado doce e ao mesmo tempo sou demasiado bruto... &lt;br /&gt;Dou-me sem pedir nada em troca...&lt;br /&gt;De manhã quando acordo não gosto de falar com ninguém... com ninguém mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;Cuspo para as mãos, e esfrego uma na outra, sempre que pego numa enxada para cavar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades:&lt;br /&gt;Honestidade.&lt;br /&gt;Humildade.&lt;br /&gt;Intuição.&lt;br /&gt;Criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo do meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-disposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que gosto:&lt;br /&gt;Da minha família.&lt;br /&gt;De móveis velhos, com estilo, charme, historia.&lt;br /&gt;De mulheres sensuais.&lt;br /&gt;De erotismo.&lt;br /&gt;De Sabonetes cheirosos, para colocar na gavetas da roupa.&lt;br /&gt;De boa musica.&lt;br /&gt;De ir ao cinema.&lt;br /&gt;De viajar, conduzir...&lt;br /&gt;De odores...&lt;br /&gt;De comer.&lt;br /&gt;De estar a lareira.&lt;br /&gt;De nadar nu.&lt;br /&gt;De passear na praia a noite.&lt;br /&gt;De conviver com as pessoas que me querem bem.&lt;br /&gt;De partilhar o pouco que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;De passear de mão dada.&lt;br /&gt;De beijos... repletos de emoções.&lt;br /&gt;De fazer amor.&lt;br /&gt;De cafuné e massagens nos pés... lol.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-me amado, desejado... ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que detesto:&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas arrogantes, egocêntricas, donas da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Chegar atrasado.&lt;br /&gt;Que tentem obrigar-me a fazer algo que não quero.&lt;br /&gt;Que me tentem enganar... logo a mim lol.&lt;br /&gt;Que duvidem da minha honestidade.&lt;br /&gt;De telenovelas... a vida já é uma telenovela!!!&lt;br /&gt;Graffitis.&lt;br /&gt;Poluição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não em ocorre mais nada... tenho-me em tão alta conta lol, sou tão amigo de mim próprio que não vou desvendar mais nada!!! não vá a escrita atraiçoar-me lol... quem quiser saber mais que descubra... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem bem... um bom 2012 e façam o favor de serem felizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1108599330305737199?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1108599330305737199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1108599330305737199' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1108599330305737199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1108599330305737199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/12/quem-sou.html' title='... &quot; Quem sou &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKa7E55hr7M/TvxyJegb0-I/AAAAAAAAA9o/EKz4R0diCdw/s72-c/FogoArtMacau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4576834542123699045</id><published>2011-12-11T17:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:48:53.167Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Nesse teu Genuino Sorriso " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kVIx3YF5JM/TuTs1lYMW-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/gxmBE6TsPXA/s1600/Imagem%2B124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kVIx3YF5JM/TuTs1lYMW-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/gxmBE6TsPXA/s320/Imagem%2B124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684929034959215586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodei a chave, &lt;br /&gt;Abri a porta,&lt;br /&gt;E de uma forma decidida&lt;br /&gt;Entrei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonei-me,&lt;br /&gt;Desapaixonadamente,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo alarido oculto das paredes vazias, &lt;br /&gt;Que se assemelham ao melhor&lt;br /&gt;Do muito que o teu corpo &lt;br /&gt;Pode abrigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por tudo isso,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tomo a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;de te pedir:&lt;br /&gt;- "Amor...,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que me abrigue nesse teu &lt;br /&gt;Genuíno sorriso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrNz37uc7kc&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;( Márcia com JP Simões - A PELE QUE HÁ EM MIM - Quando o dia entardeceu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-4576834542123699045?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4576834542123699045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4576834542123699045' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4576834542123699045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4576834542123699045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/12/nesse-teu-genuino-sorriso.html' title='... &quot; Nesse teu Genuino Sorriso &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kVIx3YF5JM/TuTs1lYMW-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/gxmBE6TsPXA/s72-c/Imagem%2B124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6842990513090273594</id><published>2011-11-30T11:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:27:11.870Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Nesta rua da minha memória " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idd-nVEAYBA/TtYRKpLAmoI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/wxZRKPNlrlA/s1600/184177_180125462031288_100001015063656_414994_770812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idd-nVEAYBA/TtYRKpLAmoI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/wxZRKPNlrlA/s320/184177_180125462031288_100001015063656_414994_770812_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680746854522854018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde ou cedo eras tu, &lt;br /&gt;Batestes a minha porta &lt;br /&gt;E ouviste a minha historia,&lt;br /&gt;Do principio ao fim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinham sido anos de muita espera,&lt;br /&gt;Anos em que andei perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Levado por esse mundo…&lt;br /&gt;Por esse mar adentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheci outra gente…,&lt;br /&gt;E hoje sei que já não sou a mesma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais o rapaz que um dia acreditou&lt;br /&gt;E aquém tudo entregou,&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada para esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje revejo nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;A verdade clara&lt;br /&gt;De quem já não volta ao lugar do passado...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aqui nesta rua da minha memória,&lt;br /&gt;Fica para sempre a nossa historia…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6842990513090273594?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6842990513090273594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6842990513090273594' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6842990513090273594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6842990513090273594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/11/nesta-rua-da-minha-memoria.html' title='... &quot; Nesta rua da minha memória &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idd-nVEAYBA/TtYRKpLAmoI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/wxZRKPNlrlA/s72-c/184177_180125462031288_100001015063656_414994_770812_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6353493638631465973</id><published>2011-11-26T17:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:00:05.295Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Ardente nas minhas Paixões " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ6yrU58dxI/TtEo11rH6zI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Go7w1EDqj5M/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ6yrU58dxI/TtEo11rH6zI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Go7w1EDqj5M/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679365510497037106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer viajar, &lt;br /&gt;Quer conhecer, &lt;br /&gt;Quer saber mais, &lt;br /&gt;Quer fazer mais, &lt;br /&gt;Quer ser melhor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer poder divertir-me contigo, &lt;br /&gt;Com ele, &lt;br /&gt;Com ela &lt;br /&gt;E com os outros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer poder olhar para trás &lt;br /&gt;E pensar que valeu a pena tudo isto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer sentir a terra, &lt;br /&gt;O verde &lt;br /&gt;O azul, &lt;br /&gt;E o branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquieto, &lt;br /&gt;Dinâmico, &lt;br /&gt;Imediatista,&lt;br /&gt;Com uma capacidade impar de me adaptar e recomecar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de grandes desafios. &lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me as minhas convicções. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado, &lt;br /&gt;Idealista, &lt;br /&gt;Forte, &lt;br /&gt;Digno &lt;br /&gt;Determinado,&lt;br /&gt;Leal,&lt;br /&gt;Criativo,&lt;br /&gt;Original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardente nas minhas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Ou amo ou odeio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqSgsaHDchg&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt; ( Let's Get Lost - Laurent Filipe )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6353493638631465973?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6353493638631465973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6353493638631465973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6353493638631465973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6353493638631465973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/11/ardente-nas-minhas-paixoes.html' title='... &quot; Ardente nas minhas Paixões &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ6yrU58dxI/TtEo11rH6zI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Go7w1EDqj5M/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-966631503123703583</id><published>2011-11-10T11:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:37:09.674Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Solamente Tú " ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4JETwuJlgU/Tru29YN58OI/AAAAAAAAA84/ncNHeMnvxj4/s1600/praia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4JETwuJlgU/Tru29YN58OI/AAAAAAAAA84/ncNHeMnvxj4/s320/praia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673329321192321250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0rwOsAteXM&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regálame tu risa, &lt;br /&gt;enseñame a sonar&lt;br /&gt;con solo una caricia &lt;br /&gt;me pierdo en este mar&lt;br /&gt;Regálame tu estrella, &lt;br /&gt;la que ilumina esta noche&lt;br /&gt;llena de paz y de armonía, &lt;br /&gt;y te entregaré mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haces que mi cielo &lt;br /&gt;vuelva a tener ese azul, &lt;br /&gt;pintas de colores &lt;br /&gt;mis mañanas solo tú&lt;br /&gt;navego entre las olas de tu voz &lt;br /&gt;y tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú&lt;br /&gt;haces que mi alma se despierte con tu luz&lt;br /&gt;y tú, y tú, y tú..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enseña tus heridas y así la curará&lt;br /&gt;que sepa el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;que tu voz guarda un secreto&lt;br /&gt;no menciones tu nombre que en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;se mueren de celos&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos son destellos&lt;br /&gt;tu garganta es un misterio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haces que mi cielo &lt;br /&gt;vuelva a tener ese azul, &lt;br /&gt;pintas de colores &lt;br /&gt;mis mañanas solo tú&lt;br /&gt;navego entre las olas de tu voz &lt;br /&gt;y tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú&lt;br /&gt;haces que mi alma se despierte con tu luz&lt;br /&gt;y tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú&lt;br /&gt;haces que mi alma se despierte con tu luz&lt;br /&gt;y tú, y tú, y tú..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No menciones tu nombre que en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;se mueren de celos&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos son destellos&lt;br /&gt;tu garganta es un misterio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace que mi cielo &lt;br /&gt;vuelva a tener ese azul, &lt;br /&gt;tintas de colores &lt;br /&gt;mi mañana solo tú&lt;br /&gt;navego entre la sola de tu voz &lt;br /&gt;y tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú&lt;br /&gt;hace que mi alma se despierte con tu luz&lt;br /&gt;y tú, y tú, y tú..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3M-EFLlqqY/Tru2lh_xwUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_U3-GOpoU3s/s1600/jardim1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3M-EFLlqqY/Tru2lh_xwUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_U3-GOpoU3s/s320/jardim1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673328911500558658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0rwOsAteXM&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-966631503123703583?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/966631503123703583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=966631503123703583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/966631503123703583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/966631503123703583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/11/solamente-tu.html' title='... &quot; Solamente Tú &quot; ....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4JETwuJlgU/Tru29YN58OI/AAAAAAAAA84/ncNHeMnvxj4/s72-c/praia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1184479144629400558</id><published>2011-11-09T11:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:49:07.816Z</updated><title type='text'>... "Sabes o que mais me atrai em ti?"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFciyZROOkQ/Trpoia6FnGI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NYxQx_vd4ys/s1600/meias%2Bde%2Bligas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFciyZROOkQ/Trpoia6FnGI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NYxQx_vd4ys/s320/meias%2Bde%2Bligas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672961621174361186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o que mais me atrai em ti?&lt;br /&gt;É tão simplesmente esse teu "compasso" de quatro por quatro, &lt;br /&gt;Que me faz descer à realidade de querer,&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais,&lt;br /&gt;Escutar a cor, &lt;br /&gt;E o odor da tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite quando fecho os olhos ainda sinto o teu swing, &lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;A sensualidade da tua pele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse instante,&lt;br /&gt;Numa forma abusivamente irreal,&lt;br /&gt;Encosto a minha boca no teu lábio inferior &lt;br /&gt;E sorvo a energia que emana o teu corpo ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1184479144629400558?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1184479144629400558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1184479144629400558' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1184479144629400558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1184479144629400558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/11/sabes-o-que-mais-me-atrai-em-ti.html' title='... &quot;Sabes o que mais me atrai em ti?&quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFciyZROOkQ/Trpoia6FnGI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NYxQx_vd4ys/s72-c/meias%2Bde%2Bligas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8663959014254620996</id><published>2011-11-08T10:45:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:16:40.471Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Havia a levíssima embriaguez de andarem "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0Eag89ergY/TrkLsWdoChI/AAAAAAAAA8U/VQ-iZxgevVo/s1600/20.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0Eag89ergY/TrkLsWdoChI/AAAAAAAAA8U/VQ-iZxgevVo/s320/20.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672578062221838866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Havia a levíssima embriaguez de andarem juntos, a alegria como quando se sente a garganta um pouco seca e se vê que por admiração se estava de boca entreaberta: eles respiravam de antemão o ar que estava à frente, e ter esta sede era a própria água deles.&lt;br /&gt;Andavam por ruas e ruas falando e rindo, falavam e riam para dar matéria peso à levíssima embriaguez que era a alegria da sede deles.&lt;br /&gt;Por causa de carros e pessoas, às vezes eles se tocavam, e ao toque - a sede é a graça, mas as águas são uma beleza de escuras - e ao toque brilhava o brilho da água deles, a boca ficando um pouco mais seca de admiração.&lt;br /&gt;Como eles admiravam estarem juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Até que tudo se transformou em não. Tudo se transformou em não quando eles quiseram essa mesma alegria deles. Então a grande dança dos erros. O cerimonial das palavras desacertadas. Ele procurava e não via, ela não via que ele não vira, ela que, estava ali, no entanto. No entanto ele que estava ali. Tudo errou, e havia a grande poeira das ruas, e quanto mais erravam, mais com aspereza queriam, sem um sorriso. Tudo só porque tinham prestado atenção, só porque não estavam bastante distraídos. Só porque, de súbito exigentes e duros, quiseram ter o que já tinham. Tudo porque quiseram dar um nome; porque quiseram ser, eles que eram. Foram então aprender que, não se estando distraído, o telefone não toca, e é preciso sair de casa para que a carta chegue, e quando o telefone finalmente toca, o deserto da espera já cortou os fios. Tudo, tudo por não estarem mais distraídos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQGGyZqqcis&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8663959014254620996?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8663959014254620996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8663959014254620996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8663959014254620996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8663959014254620996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-meu-adeus.html' title='... &quot; Havia a levíssima embriaguez de andarem &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0Eag89ergY/TrkLsWdoChI/AAAAAAAAA8U/VQ-iZxgevVo/s72-c/20.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1107027383180261486</id><published>2011-10-31T16:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:44:51.103Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Mais um Round " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTVFDi0ubHs/Tq7Ot6kJtHI/AAAAAAAAA8I/piJvxmMezB0/s1600/boxe-m-Shutterstock_Images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTVFDi0ubHs/Tq7Ot6kJtHI/AAAAAAAAA8I/piJvxmMezB0/s320/boxe-m-Shutterstock_Images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669696269116355698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito sinceramente, &lt;br /&gt;Não é que entenda muito de boxe&lt;br /&gt;Mas houve alturas em que senti &lt;br /&gt;Como se tivesse ido ao tapete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante um qualquer árbitro parou o jogo&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto ele fazia a contagem&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pensamentos navegavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- " Se me levanto corro o risco de levar mais um murro&lt;br /&gt;e mais uma vez volto a cair...&lt;br /&gt;Ou então opto por dar um pontapé na vida e saio vencedor "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um round? ...&lt;br /&gt;E talvez a dor compense o amor vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XcBIAdsyPI&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Agora nunca é tarde - Pedro Barroso )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1107027383180261486?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1107027383180261486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1107027383180261486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1107027383180261486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1107027383180261486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/10/mais-um-round.html' title='... &quot; Mais um Round &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTVFDi0ubHs/Tq7Ot6kJtHI/AAAAAAAAA8I/piJvxmMezB0/s72-c/boxe-m-Shutterstock_Images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7727052961129884928</id><published>2011-10-31T15:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:11:23.064Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Um Xarope chamado tempo " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DTQ4GRMt4g/Tq7IJKsQxYI/AAAAAAAAA78/yL9FUt4LhlA/s1600/remedio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DTQ4GRMt4g/Tq7IJKsQxYI/AAAAAAAAA78/yL9FUt4LhlA/s320/remedio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669689040720414082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sossega, &lt;br /&gt;Alivia,&lt;br /&gt;Abonança, &lt;br /&gt;Acalma, &lt;br /&gt;Tranquiliza, &lt;br /&gt;Pacifica,&lt;br /&gt;Descansa a alma e&lt;br /&gt;Traz devolta a alegria de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wjZSbnzg4w&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-7727052961129884928?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7727052961129884928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7727052961129884928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7727052961129884928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7727052961129884928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-xarope-chamado-tempo.html' title='... &quot; Um Xarope chamado tempo &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DTQ4GRMt4g/Tq7IJKsQxYI/AAAAAAAAA78/yL9FUt4LhlA/s72-c/remedio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4657970227857942896</id><published>2011-10-26T11:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:29:09.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Um beijo escrito " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzB6vmBia44/Tqfgy2WuZVI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gkR69PMMf9w/s1600/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzB6vmBia44/Tqfgy2WuZVI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gkR69PMMf9w/s320/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667745820257969490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Escrever pode ser uma óptima desculpa,&lt;br /&gt;Para quem na vida não tem qualquer esperança. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma maneira de preencher uma sombra &lt;br /&gt;E há momentos &lt;br /&gt;Em que um beijo escrito vale por muitos." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Paixão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-4657970227857942896?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4657970227857942896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4657970227857942896' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4657970227857942896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4657970227857942896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-beijo-escrito.html' title='... &quot; Um beijo escrito &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzB6vmBia44/Tqfgy2WuZVI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gkR69PMMf9w/s72-c/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1334141458873211006</id><published>2011-10-17T17:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:24:24.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...  " Porque quem ama não sai derrotado "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtsSKjjnFhY/TpxiIBRd4pI/AAAAAAAAA7g/agAraclP0bM/s1600/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtsSKjjnFhY/TpxiIBRd4pI/AAAAAAAAA7g/agAraclP0bM/s320/11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664510321245414034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Que existem sinais,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncios,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos dizem que o caminho chegou ao fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é chegado o momento de escolher outro trilho...&lt;br /&gt;Outra vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante temos,&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;Conciencia que o amor nós derrotou&lt;br /&gt;Que deixamos de ser solidarios nessa luta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passado fui obrigado,&lt;br /&gt;Ou obriguei-me,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo enorme silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo desinteresse que senti da outra parte,&lt;br /&gt;A desistir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse altura senti-me derrotado,&lt;br /&gt;Profundamente magoado,&lt;br /&gt;Revoltado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me abençoado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoado,&lt;br /&gt;Por ter tido a oportunidade de ter-te conhecido...&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais  importante ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Por ter dado a oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;a mim proprio,&lt;br /&gt;de me conhecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1334141458873211006?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1334141458873211006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1334141458873211006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1334141458873211006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1334141458873211006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/10/porque-quem-ama-nao-sai-derrotado.html' title='...  &quot; Porque quem ama não sai derrotado &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DtsSKjjnFhY/TpxiIBRd4pI/AAAAAAAAA7g/agAraclP0bM/s72-c/11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-556474528168078990</id><published>2011-10-17T17:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:55:31.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... "Contemplo o que não Vejo" ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb7N8BD76gs/Tpxd_Kh3MOI/AAAAAAAAA7U/iiIxBcMyLLw/s1600/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb7N8BD76gs/Tpxd_Kh3MOI/AAAAAAAAA7U/iiIxBcMyLLw/s320/6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664505771064766690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo o que não vejo. &lt;br /&gt;É tarde, é quase escuro. &lt;br /&gt;E quanto em mim desejo &lt;br /&gt;Está parado ante o muro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cima o céu é grande; &lt;br /&gt;Sinto árvores além; &lt;br /&gt;Embora o vento abrande, &lt;br /&gt;Há folhas em vaivém. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é do outro lado, &lt;br /&gt;No que há e no que penso. &lt;br /&gt;Nem há ramo agitado &lt;br /&gt;Que o céu não seja imenso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confunde-se o que existe &lt;br /&gt;Com o que durmo e sou. &lt;br /&gt;Não sinto, não sou triste. &lt;br /&gt;Mas triste é o que estou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa, in "Cancioneiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-556474528168078990?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/556474528168078990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=556474528168078990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/556474528168078990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/556474528168078990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/10/contemplo-o-que-nao-vejo.html' title='... &quot;Contemplo o que não Vejo&quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb7N8BD76gs/Tpxd_Kh3MOI/AAAAAAAAA7U/iiIxBcMyLLw/s72-c/6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1674714091614073024</id><published>2011-10-12T11:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:07:00.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" When I dream at night "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dU1nT_5bcwY/TpVmuiaBnsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8DOfaPLQ-BY/s1600/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dU1nT_5bcwY/TpVmuiaBnsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8DOfaPLQ-BY/s320/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662545056184245954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEHgxUNC4o8&amp;feature=share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in love and been alone&lt;br /&gt;I have traveled over many miles to find a home&lt;br /&gt;There’s that little place inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That I never thought could take control of everything&lt;br /&gt;But now I just spend all my time &lt;br /&gt;With anyone who makes me feel the way she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I only feel alive when I dream at night&lt;br /&gt;Even though she’s not real it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I only feel alive when I dream at night&lt;br /&gt;Every move that she makes holds my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I die for her every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve so many things I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be ready when the perfect moment comes my way&lt;br /&gt;I had never known what’s right for me&lt;br /&gt;‘til the night she opened up my heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;But now I just spend all my time&lt;br /&gt;With anyone who makes me feel the way she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I only feel alive when I dream at night&lt;br /&gt;Even though she’s not real it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I only feel alive when I dream at night&lt;br /&gt;Every move that she makes holds my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I fall for her every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just spend all my time&lt;br /&gt;With anyone who makes me feel the way she does &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I only feel alive(only feel alive) when I dream at night(when you'r by my side)&lt;br /&gt;Even though she’s not real it’s all right(that’s alright baby that’s all right)&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I only feel alive when I dream at night&lt;br /&gt;Every move that she makes holds my eyes(holds my eyes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1674714091614073024?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1674714091614073024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1674714091614073024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1674714091614073024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1674714091614073024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-i-dream-at-night.html' title='&quot; When I dream at night &quot;'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dU1nT_5bcwY/TpVmuiaBnsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8DOfaPLQ-BY/s72-c/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2902072110161240358</id><published>2011-10-12T10:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:57:02.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... A pessoa certa ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcTC6iiqte4/TpVkXVci8zI/AAAAAAAAA68/gHeJc8Pn8G4/s1600/315092_292008150810975_100000053765107_1250637_1892455571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcTC6iiqte4/TpVkXVci8zI/AAAAAAAAA68/gHeJc8Pn8G4/s320/315092_292008150810975_100000053765107_1250637_1892455571_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662542458544911154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante muito tempo tive como único propósito encontrar alguém que me pudesse proporcionar amor, carinho, lealdade, estabilidade emocional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse complexo propósito percorri o sonho legítimo de te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me achei um ser despretensioso, espontâneo, honesto, abnegado, discreto, carinhoso qb, sincero, decidido, cúmplice e amigo do seu amigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade sempre fui apenas eu, real, espontâneo e autêntico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre achei que um dia iria despertar da apatia de vida que levava …, mas ate esse momento iria continuar a sonhar contigo e aguardar pelo dia em que receberia de ti o teu feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei por alguém que se identifica-se comigo nos gostos, sentimentos, e maneiras de estar na vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiro a sinceridade e a honestidade por mais árdua que seja, e como tal procurei uma vida a dois aonde existisse harmonia e cumplicidade total. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei encontrar este meu complemento para que nos tornássemos um, não deixando nunca de sermos dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perante todos os obstáculos com que me deparei na vida, sempre me interroguei quem seria a pessoa certa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que a pessoa certa se revela nos momentos mais incertos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos meus momentos de introspecção, de interrogação, questionei se a pessoa certa não seria necessariamente a mais inteligente, a que nos escreve as mais belas cartas de amor, a que nos jura a paixão maior ou nos diz que nunca se sentiu assim? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que a pessoa certa é aquela que quer, muito, ficar connosco. &lt;br /&gt;Quer ficar e caminhar ao nosso lado para sempre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão simples quanto isto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-2902072110161240358?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2902072110161240358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2902072110161240358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2902072110161240358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2902072110161240358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/10/pessoa-certa.html' title='... A pessoa certa ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcTC6iiqte4/TpVkXVci8zI/AAAAAAAAA68/gHeJc8Pn8G4/s72-c/315092_292008150810975_100000053765107_1250637_1892455571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8666174924339415197</id><published>2011-09-26T11:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:50:55.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " A melodia do teu coração " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKtKRxozMtM/ToBeqi0JheI/AAAAAAAAA60/Db6jsysMqnY/s1600/DSC_0109%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKtKRxozMtM/ToBeqi0JheI/AAAAAAAAA60/Db6jsysMqnY/s320/DSC_0109%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656625216970393058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta minha vida enrolada, &lt;br /&gt;Cruzei-me contigo,&lt;br /&gt;E nesse singelo instante reencontrei-te... &lt;br /&gt;Sem algum dia antes ter dado por ti.﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percorremos ruas paralelas,&lt;br /&gt;Repletas de luz púrpuras, &lt;br /&gt;E de odores de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos sem qualquer propósito,&lt;br /&gt;Não por ruas labirinticas, &lt;br /&gt;Mas por lugares mágicos,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o simples gargalhar nos enchia a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sempre soubeste,&lt;br /&gt;Qual o significado daquela estrela cintilante. &lt;br /&gt;E por diversas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Sem sucesso,&lt;br /&gt;Tentaste dizer-me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não soube reconhecer na tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;O código da caixa,&lt;br /&gt;Que encerrava a melodia plena do muito que nos unia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me de um dia me teres dito:&lt;br /&gt;-"Consigo viver sem ti, &lt;br /&gt;Mas que não gostava de viver sem ti"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa altura desejas-te,&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu nome fizesse uma ressonância constante na minha cabeça, &lt;br /&gt;Que eu não tivesse sossego por sonhar eternamente contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Por te desejar sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia acordei e tu tinhas partido,&lt;br /&gt;Na mesa de cabeceira restava um papel,&lt;br /&gt;Aonde repousava o que restava de uma lagrima tua...&lt;br /&gt;E algumas palavras escritas de forma tensa e delorida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Quem sabe amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Nos voltemos novamente a cruzar.&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que passamos,&lt;br /&gt;E por tudo que nós somos...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te hoje avançares sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Que tens,&lt;br /&gt;E queres percorrer "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melodia do teu coração trouxe-me até mim,&lt;br /&gt;E com isso o acorde que refez o bater do meu coração... &lt;br /&gt;Por ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estiveste,&lt;br /&gt;E estarás sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas só agora eu sinto o mesmo que tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em ti, &lt;br /&gt;É, quantas vezes, &lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que me dá vontade de continuar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8666174924339415197?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8666174924339415197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8666174924339415197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8666174924339415197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8666174924339415197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-agora-sinto.html' title='... &quot; A melodia do teu coração &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKtKRxozMtM/ToBeqi0JheI/AAAAAAAAA60/Db6jsysMqnY/s72-c/DSC_0109%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2886846249256320604</id><published>2011-09-15T23:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:55:31.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Com este meu Lápis de Carvão " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfpsLTz2X6w/TnKCWDcx4bI/AAAAAAAAA6s/hlKc4eSv3Gw/s1600/carpediem2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfpsLTz2X6w/TnKCWDcx4bI/AAAAAAAAA6s/hlKc4eSv3Gw/s320/carpediem2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652723797698142642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este meu lápis de carvão escrevo, &lt;br /&gt;Escrevo, como sempre, de forma confusa, &lt;br /&gt;Intensa e infinita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade por vezes já nem sei bem quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;No entanto mantenho o desejo de guardar na gaveta da memória,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos pelos quais um dia sorri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na gaveta da minha eterna esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se aquele verão onde plantei os sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto olhava o céu através das folhas, &lt;br /&gt;Baloiçando o riso da eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço-te ao longe, &lt;br /&gt;Em segredo, ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que contigo vem o som,&lt;br /&gt;De um novo vento,&lt;br /&gt;Que teima em não parar de cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo deste meu céu estrelado, &lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite quente,&lt;br /&gt;Só tu existes,&lt;br /&gt;E existiras...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-2886846249256320604?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2886846249256320604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2886846249256320604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2886846249256320604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2886846249256320604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/09/com-este-meu-lapis-de-carvao.html' title='... &quot; Com este meu Lápis de Carvão &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfpsLTz2X6w/TnKCWDcx4bI/AAAAAAAAA6s/hlKc4eSv3Gw/s72-c/carpediem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3859244842957238582</id><published>2011-08-21T22:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:08:44.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.. " Simplesmente Porque Sim " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqofOKOvG1Q/TlFzzpHZS_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/Mvcf9q2dG_I/s1600/17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqofOKOvG1Q/TlFzzpHZS_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/Mvcf9q2dG_I/s320/17.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643419139119336434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente Porque sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda dói...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda custa olhar e ver que não estás, ainda custa tentar lembrar-me do dia exacto em que partiste, porque andava com a cabeça a mil a hora e não me quero lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais esforço que faça não consigo esquecer a tua última mensagem, nem quando o telefone tocou e eras tu.., sim eu sei que eras tu… quem me telefonou três dias antes de partires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me lembro que chovia...e imagino que querias estar comigo antes de mais uns longos meses de ausência…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias tropeço em vários objectos que me ofereceste… objectos simples, banais, alguns puros utilitários, mas objectos repletos de historias só nossas… historias que teriam importância só para nós os dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que os miúdos faziam anos, ou numa qualquer época festiva era presenteado com uma palavra tua… uma palavra meiga, atenciosa e repleta de sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje chove e lembrei-me de ti... não porque chova, mas sim por nunca te esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falo tanta coisa contigo: será que me ouves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acreditar que sim porque do lugar onde acho que estás só podes mesmo ser tu que ainda me faz sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sozinho ou acompanhado quero que sejas feliz” sempre me fazias prometer isso. Sempre tentei e prometo que sempre tentarei… SER FELIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque hoje chove… hoje é chegado o momento... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE NÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3859244842957238582?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3859244842957238582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3859244842957238582' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3859244842957238582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3859244842957238582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/08/simplesmente-porque-sim.html' title='.. &quot; Simplesmente Porque Sim &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqofOKOvG1Q/TlFzzpHZS_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/Mvcf9q2dG_I/s72-c/17.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3182171184774411044</id><published>2011-08-10T01:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:45:05.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " É natural cometer erros " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvT3d0tg5OQ/TkHUYuYCIUI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NRwhxXyBII0/s1600/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvT3d0tg5OQ/TkHUYuYCIUI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NRwhxXyBII0/s320/12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639021729675354434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É natural cometer erros, &lt;br /&gt;Partir sem os ter compreendido é que torna inútil o sentido de uma vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que nos acontecem nunca são definitivas, gratuitas, cada encontro, cada pequeno acontecimento tem um significado, a compreensão de nós mesmos nasce da disponibilidade em aceitá-los, da capacidade de mudar de direcção em qualquer momento, de deixar a pele antiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanna Tamaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3182171184774411044?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3182171184774411044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3182171184774411044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3182171184774411044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3182171184774411044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-natural-cometer-erros.html' title='... &quot; É natural cometer erros &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvT3d0tg5OQ/TkHUYuYCIUI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NRwhxXyBII0/s72-c/12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5582816139406195141</id><published>2011-08-03T00:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:31:04.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Adelaide Benchimol Correia " ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBccYRXuuVM/TjiIGdv93tI/AAAAAAAAA6U/yCEt0raF29c/s1600/%255B000075%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBccYRXuuVM/TjiIGdv93tI/AAAAAAAAA6U/yCEt0raF29c/s320/%255B000075%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636404578300583634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travas-te o suspiro de caminhos acidentalmente submersos, &lt;br /&gt;E de tudo aquilo que o ouvido difícilmente enxagua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riscas-te e rasgas-te todas as palavras a muito escritas, &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo todas aquelas que se encontravam escondidas e amontoadas em recantos só meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegas-te com a felicidade que te caracterizava,&lt;br /&gt;E com a essa tua doçura tangível e absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do muito que me deste,&lt;br /&gt;E do pouco que me pediste em troca,&lt;br /&gt;Justo é que não te esqueça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo de eterna saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Descansa em paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5582816139406195141?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5582816139406195141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5582816139406195141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5582816139406195141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5582816139406195141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/08/adelaide-benchimol-correia.html' title='... &quot; Adelaide Benchimol Correia &quot; ....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBccYRXuuVM/TjiIGdv93tI/AAAAAAAAA6U/yCEt0raF29c/s72-c/%255B000075%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2759526739924925344</id><published>2011-07-22T02:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:34:21.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E assim por uma razão que nenhum de nós entende</title><content type='html'>“ E assim, por uma razão que nenhum de nós entende, fomos obrigados a dizer-nos adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Adoraria dizer-te que tudo correrá bem para nós, e prometo fazer tudo o que puder para garantir que assim será. &lt;br /&gt;Mas se nunca nos voltarmos a encontrar outra vez, e isto for verdadeiramente um adeus, sei que nos veremos ainda noutra vida. &lt;br /&gt;Iremos encontrar-nos de novo, e talvez as estrelas tenham mudado, e nós não apenas nos amemos nesse tempo, mas por todos os tempos que tivemos antes “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks -O caderno de Noah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUgoBb8m1eE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-2759526739924925344?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2759526739924925344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2759526739924925344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2759526739924925344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2759526739924925344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-assim-por-uma-razao-que-nenhum-de-nos.html' title='E assim por uma razão que nenhum de nós entende'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3896860849952307058</id><published>2011-07-16T00:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:44:51.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Numa certa madrugada... numa outra vida qualquer " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l49qo4Vm0sk/TiDPXePDX1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/pP-QWfIlu9Q/s1600/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l49qo4Vm0sk/TiDPXePDX1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/pP-QWfIlu9Q/s320/5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629727536373260114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P71K7aokkqk&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xonucloQs-A&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa madrugada acordei com um raio de sol iluminando o meu rosto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para o lado e ali estavas tu, serena, de olhos fechados, enquanto os teus lábios esboçavam um singelo sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta seria, definitivamente, a nossa primeira noite juntos, enquanto casal, enquanto amantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite tinha descoberto, sentido e amado como já há muito tempo não o sentia, como há muito tempo não o fazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fintei a tua expressão horas a fio até adormecer novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei deparei-me com o teu olhar profundo. Sorriste e num instante beijaste-me e acariciaste-me o rosto num gesto de plena felicidade e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fazendo uso, somente, desse teu meigo olhar disseste-me: - Obrigado por saberes o que sinto por ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por medo ou receio, optei por nada te dizer, mas antes que os teus olhos pudessem terminar a frase beijei-te como se o mundo acabasse naquele momento, com uma sofreguidão que a muito me fazia falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse instante entreguei-te o meu corpo para que pudesses fazer uso dele. Não eram necessárias mais palavras pois o teu simples toque, o olhar, o leve sussurrar nos ouvidos diziam tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentaste-te em cima de mim, quente e húmida, enquanto os teus mamilos eriçavam-se de excitação. Os nossos corpos transpirados… a surpresa do prazer… era tudo tão mágico, quente e suave que demos inicio a um lento e doce vaivém…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ritmo aumentou e eu debatia-me cada vez mais, mas sem notar comecei a levitar lentamente sobre a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso doce, e os teus olhos semi-serrados mostravam-me o prazer do qual eu era autor, enquanto nos amávamos e nos torturávamos de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Cada investida requeria mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Clímax estava cada vez mais perto e cada vez mais intenso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente escutei dizeres-me – “mais devagar”, mas era tarde de mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa última investida senti o teu orgasmo, e enquanto ele me preenchia, tu gritavas de prazer –“sentes?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu grito deu lugar ao riso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorriamos de felicidade enquanto nos beijávamos em zonas proibidas pela razão, mas permitidas pela excitação que nos assolava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradualmente os nossos corpos desceram à cama enquanto o lençol teimava em não nos querer tapar… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá fora despontava no horizonte os primeiros raios da madrugada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o inicio de uma nova vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AT82udt6j8M&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3896860849952307058?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3896860849952307058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3896860849952307058' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3896860849952307058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3896860849952307058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/numa-certa-madrugada-numa-outra.html' title='... &quot; Numa certa madrugada... numa outra vida qualquer &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l49qo4Vm0sk/TiDPXePDX1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/pP-QWfIlu9Q/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7566422034158663147</id><published>2011-07-15T23:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:49:58.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " É Você " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDEMgXO5rHg/TiDDw1s3A4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/nnBGzYrkdDY/s1600/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDEMgXO5rHg/TiDDw1s3A4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/nnBGzYrkdDY/s320/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629714778029491074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxFM_SipeR4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-7566422034158663147?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7566422034158663147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7566422034158663147' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7566422034158663147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7566422034158663147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-voce.html' title='... &quot; É Você &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDEMgXO5rHg/TiDDw1s3A4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/nnBGzYrkdDY/s72-c/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6568998285416930440</id><published>2011-07-15T23:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:42:00.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " O Pastor Amoroso " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apxG8RCqPt0/TiDBKrYfwDI/AAAAAAAAA58/OoJnyIv4MeU/s1600/19.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apxG8RCqPt0/TiDBKrYfwDI/AAAAAAAAA58/OoJnyIv4MeU/s320/19.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629711923401441330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQuA2x2Qoo4&lt;br /&gt;(Marisa Monte - " Amor I Love You ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Corre pelos vagos campos até mim uma brisa ligeira.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti, murmuro o teu nome; e não sou eu: sou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã virás, andarás comigo a colher flores pelo campo,&lt;br /&gt;E eu andarei contigo pelos campos ver-te colher flores.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já te vejo amanhã a colher flores comigo pelos campos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando vieres amanhã e andares comigo no campo a colher flores,&lt;br /&gt;Isso será uma alegria e uma verdade para mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Caeiro, in "O Pastor Amoroso"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6568998285416930440?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6568998285416930440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6568998285416930440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6568998285416930440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6568998285416930440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-pastor-amoroso.html' title='... &quot; O Pastor Amoroso &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apxG8RCqPt0/TiDBKrYfwDI/AAAAAAAAA58/OoJnyIv4MeU/s72-c/19.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8204873998351958144</id><published>2011-07-15T23:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:35:36.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-URpgcUIngTE/TiDAD-Gp41I/AAAAAAAAA50/srRxmQ7RPM4/s1600/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-URpgcUIngTE/TiDAD-Gp41I/AAAAAAAAA50/srRxmQ7RPM4/s320/11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629710708656169810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta,&lt;br /&gt;Em que as coisas têm toda a realidade que podem ter,&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto a mim próprio devagar&lt;br /&gt;Porque sequer atribuo eu&lt;br /&gt;Beleza às coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor acaso tem beleza?&lt;br /&gt;Tem beleza acaso um fruto?&lt;br /&gt;Não: têm cor e forma&lt;br /&gt;E existência apenas.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é o nome de qualquer coisa que não existe&lt;br /&gt;Que eu dou às coisas em troca do agrado que me dão.&lt;br /&gt;Não significa nada.&lt;br /&gt;Então porque digo eu das coisas: são belas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, mesmo a mim, que vivo só de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Invisíveis, vêm ter comigo as mentiras dos homens&lt;br /&gt;Perante as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;Perante as coisas que simplesmente existem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que difícil ser próprio e não ser senão o visível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpPJOT6mUpo&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8204873998351958144?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8204873998351958144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8204873998351958144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8204873998351958144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8204873998351958144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-em-dias-de-luz-perfeita-e.html' title='... &quot; Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-URpgcUIngTE/TiDAD-Gp41I/AAAAAAAAA50/srRxmQ7RPM4/s72-c/11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5874061731358481816</id><published>2011-07-15T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:21:39.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Estranho amor " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysiiTPF0dMM/TiC9avllSJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xpirt1gAxBI/s1600/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysiiTPF0dMM/TiC9avllSJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xpirt1gAxBI/s320/6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629707801361467538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpWAiRBIlXk&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caetano Veloso - " Nosso Estranho Amor ").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São musicas como esta que me fazem pensar que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" antes de nos termos encontrado, atravessava a vida sem sentido, sem razão. Sei que de alguma maneira, todos os passos que dei desde o momento em que comecei a andar eram passos dirigidos ao teu encontro. Estávamos destinados a encontrarmo-nos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mas agora, sozinho na minha casa, comecei a perceber que o destino pode magoar uma pessoa tanto quanto a pode abençoar, e dou por mim a perguntar-me porque razão - de todas as pessoas do mundo inteiro que alguma vez poderia ter amado - tinha de me apaixonar por alguém que foi levada para longe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Ás vezes é preciso afastares-te das pessoas que mais gostas. Mas isso não quer dizer que as amas menos… Ás vezes amas ainda mais “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Wn5fuPIl4Y&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Caetano Veloso - "Sonhos" )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5874061731358481816?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5874061731358481816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5874061731358481816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5874061731358481816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5874061731358481816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/estranho-amor.html' title='... &quot; Estranho amor &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ysiiTPF0dMM/TiC9avllSJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xpirt1gAxBI/s72-c/6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3109554051561964943</id><published>2011-07-14T23:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:34:07.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Eu Gosto " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx4wQyPGET4/Th9uvyojCCI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AII7YE2XcAc/s1600/17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx4wQyPGET4/Th9uvyojCCI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AII7YE2XcAc/s320/17.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629339826561157154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto...&lt;br /&gt;de ver o pôr-do-sol acompanhado e o nascer do sol sozinho&lt;br /&gt;de passear no campo depois de uma chuva forte e de andar na praia à noite&lt;br /&gt;de passear de mão dada ou de braço dado&lt;br /&gt;do sorriso e do som das gargalhadas dos meus filhos, e de dormir no meio deles &lt;br /&gt;de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;de abraços apertados e sentidos&lt;br /&gt;de beijos, todo o tipo de beijos, mas quando repletos de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;de pessoas que olham nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;de sexo repleto de amor&lt;br /&gt;de flores&lt;br /&gt;de estar a lareira em noites de chuva&lt;br /&gt;do sol&lt;br /&gt;de sentir os últimos raios de sol na pele, quando estou deitado na areia quente no final de um dia de praia&lt;br /&gt;de cozinhar&lt;br /&gt;de dançar&lt;br /&gt;de conversas boas, cheias de cumplicidade e intimidade, que de tão boas sabem a chocolate quente no inverno e a limonada de morango com hortelã no verão&lt;br /&gt;de um bom livro&lt;br /&gt;de ouvir musica&lt;br /&gt;de caipirinhas&lt;br /&gt;de viajar, sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;de ser seduzido&lt;br /&gt;de fazer amor a luz das velas&lt;br /&gt;de odores&lt;br /&gt;de ser amante, confidente, e amigo incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;de sentir que tudo faz sentido e que nada acontece por acaso&lt;br /&gt;de surpresas boas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo gosto&lt;br /&gt;de amar e ser amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jpXaZhezIo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3109554051561964943?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3109554051561964943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3109554051561964943' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3109554051561964943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3109554051561964943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-gosto.html' title='... &quot; Eu Gosto &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx4wQyPGET4/Th9uvyojCCI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AII7YE2XcAc/s72-c/17.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2666525315337503300</id><published>2011-07-12T01:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T01:40:36.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Um adeus anunciado " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjwgzjSGsPg/ThuVsul4zII/AAAAAAAAA5c/UAvPhSBQAQw/s1600/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628256754983292034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjwgzjSGsPg/ThuVsul4zII/AAAAAAAAA5c/UAvPhSBQAQw/s320/15.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos, desde que se encontrava sozinho, após se ter separado da mãe do seu filho, parecia levar uma vida mais descontraída, mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não era jovem. No entanto ainda trazia consigo as reminiscências do passado do jovem interessante que fora, que fazendo jus a sua postura perante a vida sempre tinha conseguido ser suficientemente popular entre as meninas do sexo oposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se durante algum tempo gostou de sentir que não estava preso a ninguém, agora que ela partiu não sabe o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que pode ter grande parte das mulheres que com ele se cruzam na vida, mas não quer nenhuma, pois só a deseja a ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inicio tudo parecia ser só mais uma relação passageira, igual a tantas outras que já conhecera. Mas no entanto havia nela algo diferente, talvez a sua maneira de ser, a forma com beijava, como andava, a forma como o seduzia antes de fazerem amor, a resposta na ponta da língua, fazia-o rir, sonhar, e o SMS que diariamente recebia - “ bom dia chuchu”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era acima de tudo feliz quando estava com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradualmente começou a prender-se a ela, embora no inicio não tenha sido essa a sua intenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não era um ser fácil, não se deixou cativar de um dia para o outro, não lhe abriu o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora tenham feito amor, deixou tacitamente expresso que não pretendia um compromisso, e que embora deseja-se ser feliz nunca tinha dito a nenhum homem que o amava, simplesmente que gostava dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos, aceitou-a assim pois no fundo também ele não ambicionava, de imediato, uma relação profunda, já que tinha receio de se comprometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois continuou a vê-la, a fazer amor cada vez mais com ela, e no fundo sentia-se feliz na sua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela voltou a dizer-lhe que nunca tinha amado ninguém, que se sentia incapaz de o fazer, e que só pretendia divertir, e tentar esquecer a relação anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos sorriu, e não levou muito a sério aquele comentário. – “Não te preocupes!”, respondeu, “eu também só me quero divertir”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordaram tacitamente com estes termos. No entanto a relação foi durando, foram-se conhecendo melhor, não se afastaram mais um do outro, pelo contrário parecia querem estar sempre juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia, inesperadamente, ela disse-lhe que já não queria mais estar com ele, que após ter reflectido chegou a conclusão que ele era um “homem de época”, enquanto que ela era uma mulher moderna, e a somar a tudo isto estava ainda o facto de ele ser Machista…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Machista? Exclamou Carlos, - Machista em que, por desejar estar contigo?, de querer partilhar uma vida a dois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto a realidade era que ela desejava troca-lo por outro, por alguém que iria conhecer, tal como tinha acontecido com ele, numa qualquer rede social da internet e a quem também avisaria que não ficaria muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como antigamente, Carlos começou a sair com outras mulheres. Mas à noite ao deitar-se ainda escuta o riso dela, ainda sente o cheiro, do odor do seu corpo, impregnado nos lençóis da sua cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que passa em algum sitio da cidade aonde esteve com ela, e foram tantos, recorda todos esses momentos vividos de forma intensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sente uma vontade imensa de lhe telefonar, de ouvir a sua voz, em falar com ela, reconquista-la, contudo nunca chega a faze-lo pois sente-se dividido entre a falta que ela lhe faz e a revolta que sente por ela o ter deixado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consegue compreender as razões dela. O porque daquela postura, aquela atitude quando estavam tão bem, como fora capaz de se desligar dele com aquela frieza arrepiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade o que Carlos não compreende é o facto de ela não conseguir amar ninguém, não se prender a nenhum homem por ter sido magoada no passado. Ela tem medo de voltar a sofrer, não é capaz de ser feliz porque no fundo receia ser rejeitada, magoada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por esse motivo prefere partir antes que a paixão esmoreça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua cabeça não se cansa de Inventar desculpas, convence-se que não vai dar certo, levanta problemas, discussões, e finalmente afasta-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo ela tem consciência de que é cobarde por não querer correr riscos, mas não consegue evita-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não voltaram a falar, a ver-se. No seu intimo Carlos aguarda que ela o surpreenda com um convite para jantar, com um telefonema que faça derreter o gelo que se instalou no seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem consciência que ele era o homem certo, era o homem da sua vida, contudo nada faz para ultrapassar o problema, para encontrar um ponto de equilíbrio entre os dois…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite quando se deita na cama de olhos abertos na escuridão, pergunta-se se alguma vez voltará a ser feliz e mente a si própria pensando que sim, claro, um dia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kQVZX7FBiM&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/8897326336355614080-2666525315337503300?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2666525315337503300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2666525315337503300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2666525315337503300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2666525315337503300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-adeus-anunciado.html' title='... &quot; Um adeus anunciado &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjwgzjSGsPg/ThuVsul4zII/AAAAAAAAA5c/UAvPhSBQAQw/s72-c/15.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6367862700536507088</id><published>2011-05-15T18:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:41:10.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Para ti " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIYWrVCLe-s/TdAP6xCyvcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/U-UJLCpgd6o/s1600/17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIYWrVCLe-s/TdAP6xCyvcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/U-UJLCpgd6o/s320/17.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606999038348148162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me reles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me tentas entender no meio deste, interminável, turbilhão de sentimentos, de confusões. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que não me pedes nada em troca se não a verdade e a coerência na minha atitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que me acolhes, sem exigir contrapartidas, quando a vida traiçoeira me obriga a recolher a um porto de abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que me recebes, diariamente, de braços abertos e não me questionas de onde venho, nem o porque desta minha forma de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que me inventas e me fazes sentir desejado, acarinhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que me ofereces o teu colo, sempre que os meus olhos teimam em se fechar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que insistes em dar cor a esta minha vida cinzenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que és o nascer do sol de uma, terna, manhã de verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti mulher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti amante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, desejável, amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo repleto de sentimentos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por existires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6n08dRX3Rps&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6367862700536507088?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6367862700536507088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6367862700536507088' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6367862700536507088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6367862700536507088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/05/para-ti.html' title='... &quot; Para ti &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIYWrVCLe-s/TdAP6xCyvcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/U-UJLCpgd6o/s72-c/17.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1337162612431465970</id><published>2011-05-06T07:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:28:04.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Foi para ti " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfo0gk-n6j8/TcOU1WmJX6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/fgzRA4x3cFY/s1600/189313_105612566187469_100002161794552_51661_1953416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfo0gk-n6j8/TcOU1WmJX6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/fgzRA4x3cFY/s320/189313_105612566187469_100002161794552_51661_1953416_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603486005698584482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi para ti que criei as rosas. &lt;br /&gt;Foi para ti que lhes dei perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti rasguei ribeiros&lt;br /&gt;e dei às romãs a cor do lume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi para ti que pus no céu a lua&lt;br /&gt;e o verde mais verde nos pinhais.&lt;br /&gt;Foi para ti que deitei no chão&lt;br /&gt;um corpo aberto como os animais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OK263b3kD4k&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1337162612431465970?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1337162612431465970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1337162612431465970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1337162612431465970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1337162612431465970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/05/foi-para-ti.html' title='... &quot; Foi para ti &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfo0gk-n6j8/TcOU1WmJX6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/fgzRA4x3cFY/s72-c/189313_105612566187469_100002161794552_51661_1953416_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1146911094743328189</id><published>2011-05-06T07:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:11:13.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Há horas " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_GQHbS0tBI/TcOQ74rCRUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/2m4mwqlBSzk/s1600/cidreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_GQHbS0tBI/TcOQ74rCRUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/2m4mwqlBSzk/s320/cidreira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603481719878600002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há horas em que a tristeza não tem nome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem voz, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem dá descanso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há horas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos assim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfigurados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repletos incrédulos sonhos tristes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma janela desesperadamente aberta, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um chuvisco incessante lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no peito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem o horas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que passou ou nunca chegou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo que não disse, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não trouxe, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu onde estavas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1146911094743328189?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1146911094743328189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1146911094743328189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1146911094743328189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1146911094743328189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-horas.html' title='... &quot; Há horas &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_GQHbS0tBI/TcOQ74rCRUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/2m4mwqlBSzk/s72-c/cidreira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8489420956104928673</id><published>2011-04-29T02:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:14:54.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " A razão da unica palavra que se deseja " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tswspgPxnU/Tboe6ckCCzI/AAAAAAAAA44/9jJcjH8vExk/s1600/200324_105610429521016_100002161794552_51647_3308669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tswspgPxnU/Tboe6ckCCzI/AAAAAAAAA44/9jJcjH8vExk/s320/200324_105610429521016_100002161794552_51647_3308669_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600823076037200690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevo-te acima do meu modesto mundo...&lt;br /&gt;E convoco as minhas memorias secretas.&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas memorias aonde guardo o desenho perfeito do teu sorriso, &lt;br /&gt;Do cheiro doce e sensual da tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessas memorias fazem, ainda, parte turbilhões de sentimentos avassaladores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento eu sei que o mais puro dos sentimentos não reside em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Nem em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim no curto espaço de tempo que faz de nós seres que se contemplam, complementam, &lt;br /&gt;Amam e desejam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tudo em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não porque tu queiras...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim porque eu quero que assim seja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma não se liberta desse contorno da tua pele...&lt;br /&gt;E os meus passos perdem-se no labirinto de irreflectidas direcções,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu serás e és,&lt;br /&gt;A razão da uma única palavra que se deseja...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8489420956104928673?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8489420956104928673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8489420956104928673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8489420956104928673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8489420956104928673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/razao-da-unica-palavra-que-se-deseja.html' title='... &quot; A razão da unica palavra que se deseja &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tswspgPxnU/Tboe6ckCCzI/AAAAAAAAA44/9jJcjH8vExk/s72-c/200324_105610429521016_100002161794552_51647_3308669_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5900141930044683708</id><published>2011-04-28T19:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:48:01.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " O que é certo ou errado? " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySltwg6PEIE/Tbm2HIYQN_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/8JThubht5ro/s1600/adeus6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySltwg6PEIE/Tbm2HIYQN_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/8JThubht5ro/s320/adeus6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600707845236471794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes tentar esquecer … &lt;br /&gt;Não mais é do que uma forma, particular, &lt;br /&gt;De recordarmos que errar ou acertar pode depender de situações particulares &lt;br /&gt;Bem como do contexto, individual, de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é errado, para uns, numa situação &lt;br /&gt;Pode ser o certo num determinado contexto, &lt;br /&gt;Cujo verdadeiro sentido das coisas é totalmente absorvido por todos aqueles que neles se envolveram com verdade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5900141930044683708?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5900141930044683708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5900141930044683708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5900141930044683708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5900141930044683708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-vezes-tentar-esquecer-nao-mais-e-do.html' title='... &quot; O que é certo ou errado? &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySltwg6PEIE/Tbm2HIYQN_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/8JThubht5ro/s72-c/adeus6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8991762170542856553</id><published>2011-04-25T22:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:12:19.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Amantes clandestinos " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYajlJoEx4Y/TbXiwW8OBLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/gMNZDQ6EV9Q/s1600/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599631032124834994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYajlJoEx4Y/TbXiwW8OBLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/gMNZDQ6EV9Q/s320/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te nas horas, minutos contados&lt;br /&gt;Na rota de dias muito mal dormidos&lt;br /&gt;Menti-te em encontros sempre clandestinos&lt;br /&gt;Ficavas nervosa porque nunca sais&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste-me sempre um pouco de menos&lt;br /&gt;Mas sendo-me sempre um pouco demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo gritando e a estrada que chama&lt;br /&gt;À pressa me vou, deixo fria a cama&lt;br /&gt;E ficas à espera, de novo sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Novela engolida, vista na cozinha&lt;br /&gt;E dou-te da rua dois simples acenos&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste-me sempre um pouco de menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando te vejo na noite velada&lt;br /&gt;E ralhas comigo porque eu não entendo&lt;br /&gt;Eu calo-te a boca cobrindo de beijos&lt;br /&gt;Tu dizes "que raiva"e "porque me trais"&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tens razão- nem eu compreendo&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste-me sempre um pouco demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordas enredos da trama emprestada&lt;br /&gt;Coisas aprendidas em filmes que vês&lt;br /&gt;E contas-me histórias repletas de nomes&lt;br /&gt;Intrigas com beijos, queixumes, venenos&lt;br /&gt;Conversas da treta, repletas de nada&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste-me sempre um pouco de menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há pressa de entrar nessa boca tenra&lt;br /&gt;De lábios gulosos de língua tremendo&lt;br /&gt;E rasgo-te a roupa, enquanto tu cais&lt;br /&gt;Se tu me faltasses eu morria um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Se tu me faltasses eu morria louco&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste-me sempre um pouco demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não sei, nem quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-nos voar enquanto podemos&lt;br /&gt;Só somos verdade no que acontecemos&lt;br /&gt;O resto é mentira, nós bem o sabemos&lt;br /&gt;O resto não conta, nem vem nos jornais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste-me sempre um pouco de menos&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste-me sempre um pouco demais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6k5gxDXMhg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra e musica de Pedro Barroso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8991762170542856553?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8991762170542856553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8991762170542856553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8991762170542856553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8991762170542856553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/amantes-clandestinos.html' title='... &quot; Amantes clandestinos &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYajlJoEx4Y/TbXiwW8OBLI/AAAAAAAAA4o/gMNZDQ6EV9Q/s72-c/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5729260765186529715</id><published>2011-04-25T19:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:06:52.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... "As rosas tambem têm espinhos"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjYtoLai810/TbW5aLNY_1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/5ksqRCqkgcI/s1600/alvor%2Bpraia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599585571041771346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjYtoLai810/TbW5aLNY_1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/5ksqRCqkgcI/s320/alvor%2Bpraia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem,&lt;br /&gt;percorri as areias daquelas praias em que em tempos percorremos juntos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem,&lt;br /&gt;ao contrario de outras noites, o céu não estava estrelado, e o mar embora sendo o mesmo estava, tal como a vida, revolto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto observava o mar, tal como o velho marinheiro em pleno mar alto observa o céu na ânsia de encontrar a orientação necessária…&lt;br /&gt;cruzei-me com um tradicional vendedor de rosas…, que perante o meu estado contemplativo m e inquiriu:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Boa noite senhor, uma rosa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade na vida nem tudo são rosas… e mesmo que fosse…, as rosas também têm espinhos e não é por isso que deixo de as apreciar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Espero que tal como a rosa espinhosa, venhas perfumada com um odor particular…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EujSlqzerA&amp;amp;feature=relmfu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5729260765186529715?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5729260765186529715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5729260765186529715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5729260765186529715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5729260765186529715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/ontem-percorri-as-areias-daquelas.html' title='... &quot;As rosas tambem têm espinhos&quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjYtoLai810/TbW5aLNY_1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/5ksqRCqkgcI/s72-c/alvor%2Bpraia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7395559661143097970</id><published>2011-04-14T15:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:32:07.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Excesso " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djzN0PmXFj4/TacFQXcbpdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dMT1NmUDd5k/s1600/Homem_sentado_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595446840760444370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djzN0PmXFj4/TacFQXcbpdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dMT1NmUDd5k/s320/Homem_sentado_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KY8VGfca94&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-7395559661143097970?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7395559661143097970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7395559661143097970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7395559661143097970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7395559661143097970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/excesso.html' title='... &quot; Excesso &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djzN0PmXFj4/TacFQXcbpdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dMT1NmUDd5k/s72-c/Homem_sentado_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2135800195977414886</id><published>2011-04-14T15:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:28:59.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Eterno " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEjOtvA0idQ/TacElt8C_nI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/76yiD1h_QlI/s1600/meu%2Bamor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595446108064251506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEjOtvA0idQ/TacElt8C_nI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/76yiD1h_QlI/s320/meu%2Bamor.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5Mmfn07ugs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5Mmfn07ugs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-2135800195977414886?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2135800195977414886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2135800195977414886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2135800195977414886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2135800195977414886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/eterno.html' title='... &quot; Eterno &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEjOtvA0idQ/TacElt8C_nI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/76yiD1h_QlI/s72-c/meu%2Bamor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2177649494381517092</id><published>2011-04-09T19:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:19:09.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Amor da minha vida " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cjk2b60Yw2o/TaCjFqyJmJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1U770RaHyq0/s1600/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593650054973462674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cjk2b60Yw2o/TaCjFqyJmJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1U770RaHyq0/s320/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JoI34DcxQY&amp;amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JoI34DcxQY&amp;amp;feature=fvsr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love of my live .... By Queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-2177649494381517092?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2177649494381517092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2177649494381517092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2177649494381517092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2177649494381517092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-da-minha-vida.html' title='... &quot; Amor da minha vida &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cjk2b60Yw2o/TaCjFqyJmJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1U770RaHyq0/s72-c/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4003908821617119089</id><published>2011-04-05T20:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:37:41.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Palavras vazias " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijj3Pyg_lXA/TZ4unM62sNI/AAAAAAAAA34/4f-mdc9wyzY/s1600/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592959038258589906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijj3Pyg_lXA/TZ4unM62sNI/AAAAAAAAA34/4f-mdc9wyzY/s320/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As palavras vazias, São simplesmente aquelas que pretendem dizer tudo, Quando na realidade não dizem absolutamente nada. São aquelas que contrariam os actos que já estavam assumidos. Palavras vazias todos as dizem... Umas fora de qualquer contexto, Ou de pura diversão. Outros fazem destas um modo de vida... De repudiante... E agonizante ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-4003908821617119089?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4003908821617119089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4003908821617119089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4003908821617119089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4003908821617119089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-tuas-palavras-vazias.html' title='... &quot; Palavras vazias &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijj3Pyg_lXA/TZ4unM62sNI/AAAAAAAAA34/4f-mdc9wyzY/s72-c/197402_107691539312905_100002161794552_70781_4395682_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-9012285034849855084</id><published>2011-03-30T20:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:40:35.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Porque tu.. és especial " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fG9q7aD-pKs/TZOC16LFtsI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1zesBQibp0c/s1600/200324_105610429521016_100002161794552_51647_3308669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589955425157363394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fG9q7aD-pKs/TZOC16LFtsI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1zesBQibp0c/s320/200324_105610429521016_100002161794552_51647_3308669_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meio da noite fria e escura surgiste tu… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E contigo veio a paz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O conforto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A magia que à muito estava perdida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vontade de querer continuar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De viver intensamente e de uma forma desprendida e única tudo aquilo que só nós dois sentíamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E foi ali naquele quarto modesto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naquela cama velha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que libertamos a nossas emoções, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que deixamos os nossos corpos exprimir aquilo que a muito o nosso imaginário reclamava… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É verdade foi ali… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ao longe esta música ressoava na nossa cabeça…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que tu já não te recordas… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas foi assim…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E foi divino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magico, Foi único.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tu és única… És especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j99QTl608H8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j99QTl608H8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXdQj2Vxcp4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXdQj2Vxcp4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adagio By Lara Fabian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-9012285034849855084?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/9012285034849855084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=9012285034849855084' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/9012285034849855084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/9012285034849855084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-tu-es-especial.html' title='... &quot; Porque tu.. és especial &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fG9q7aD-pKs/TZOC16LFtsI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1zesBQibp0c/s72-c/200324_105610429521016_100002161794552_51647_3308669_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2627078533833616386</id><published>2011-03-30T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:32:42.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Estou aqui " ... Richard Bach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zOkxBn7Xt4/TZMw5v_jlAI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ueO6v4hZbjo/s1600/199198_107691102646282_100002161794552_70776_5218926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589865331190633474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zOkxBn7Xt4/TZMw5v_jlAI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ueO6v4hZbjo/s320/199198_107691102646282_100002161794552_70776_5218926_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou aqui não porque deva estar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem porque me sinto cativo nesta situação, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas porque prefiro estar contigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A estar em qualquer outro lugar no mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Richard Bach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-2627078533833616386?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2627078533833616386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2627078533833616386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2627078533833616386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2627078533833616386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-aqui-richard-bach.html' title='... &quot; Estou aqui &quot; ... Richard Bach'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zOkxBn7Xt4/TZMw5v_jlAI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ueO6v4hZbjo/s72-c/199198_107691102646282_100002161794552_70776_5218926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8609571693339914040</id><published>2011-03-25T18:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:46:02.572Z</updated><title type='text'>... " O Impacto do pai na vida de uma criança "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlHdID4i07E/TYzi1mj9OqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VAndlnjJRUc/s1600/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588090648172247714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlHdID4i07E/TYzi1mj9OqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VAndlnjJRUc/s320/Digitalizar0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem comentários...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPn3ULrTQAY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=143"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPn3ULrTQAY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=143&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8609571693339914040?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8609571693339914040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8609571693339914040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8609571693339914040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8609571693339914040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-impacto-do-pai-na-vida-de-uma-crianca.html' title='... &quot; O Impacto do pai na vida de uma criança &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlHdID4i07E/TYzi1mj9OqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/VAndlnjJRUc/s72-c/Digitalizar0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3412483023330095731</id><published>2011-03-23T08:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:52:42.831Z</updated><title type='text'>... "What A Difference A Day Made"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn-rbnSU114/TYm0xmWAUMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MotyLPsIhnk/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587195576929243330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn-rbnSU114/TYm0xmWAUMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MotyLPsIhnk/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a difference a day made ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1r6GcPqFSo&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1r6GcPqFSo&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jamie Cull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3412483023330095731?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3412483023330095731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3412483023330095731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3412483023330095731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3412483023330095731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-difference-day-made.html' title='... &quot;What A Difference A Day Made&quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn-rbnSU114/TYm0xmWAUMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MotyLPsIhnk/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7738781048797926889</id><published>2011-03-22T16:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:12:21.983Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Wish You Were Here " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xEMBgil1ic/TYjKXFtnvpI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/nf1jgbjGqZU/s1600/cote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586937835772427922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xEMBgil1ic/TYjKXFtnvpI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/nf1jgbjGqZU/s320/cote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uU-k5p29p9c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uU-k5p29p9c&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Roger Waters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-7738781048797926889?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7738781048797926889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7738781048797926889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7738781048797926889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7738781048797926889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/wish-you-were-here.html' title='... &quot; Wish You Were Here &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xEMBgil1ic/TYjKXFtnvpI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/nf1jgbjGqZU/s72-c/cote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1745405822698663416</id><published>2011-03-20T18:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:02:25.321Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Alguem disse um dia " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ6Gp-inZKs/TYZObncF39I/AAAAAAAAA3I/WaYk9bsa3Fc/s1600/sexo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586238624149921746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ6Gp-inZKs/TYZObncF39I/AAAAAAAAA3I/WaYk9bsa3Fc/s320/sexo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;‎"Alguém disse um dia que as histórias só acontecem àqueles que são capazes de as contar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do mesmo modo, talvez, as experiências só se apresentem àqueles capazes de as viverem"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Paul Auster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENBX_v1Po1Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENBX_v1Po1Y&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Hanuman" by Rodrigo y Gabriela&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1745405822698663416?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1745405822698663416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1745405822698663416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1745405822698663416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1745405822698663416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/alguem-disse-um-dia.html' title='... &quot; Alguem disse um dia &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ6Gp-inZKs/TYZObncF39I/AAAAAAAAA3I/WaYk9bsa3Fc/s72-c/sexo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6857187527729538471</id><published>2011-03-18T18:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:16:15.189Z</updated><title type='text'>... " La Chanson des Vieux Amants " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v2lSas5Vsw0/TYOhXl6KtJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/O4qH5D5TmqE/s1600/mulher-sexy-perfeita-arnaldo-jabor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585485389554693266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v2lSas5Vsw0/TYOhXl6KtJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/O4qH5D5TmqE/s320/mulher-sexy-perfeita-arnaldo-jabor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1DpjXQUDsI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=61"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1DpjXQUDsI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=61&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Jacques Brel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6857187527729538471?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6857187527729538471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6857187527729538471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6857187527729538471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6857187527729538471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-chanson-des-vieux-amants.html' title='... &quot; La Chanson des Vieux Amants &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v2lSas5Vsw0/TYOhXl6KtJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/O4qH5D5TmqE/s72-c/mulher-sexy-perfeita-arnaldo-jabor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6728904498321332957</id><published>2011-03-16T16:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:39:41.637Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Parabéns " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63z4ayQiWYo/TYDnlqfkDoI/AAAAAAAAA24/oldtBZEOPkc/s1600/184658_143540832376711_100001623844703_295246_3234469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718172187266690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63z4ayQiWYo/TYDnlqfkDoI/AAAAAAAAA24/oldtBZEOPkc/s320/184658_143540832376711_100001623844703_295246_3234469_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando o inverno impiedoso fustigava e nos tornava cada vez mais descrentes… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgiste tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E contigo veio a luz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A esperança, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vontade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o sonho… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado pelo muito que diariamente me presenteias… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns por mais este teu aniversário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns meu filho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(13 de Março )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6728904498321332957?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6728904498321332957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6728904498321332957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6728904498321332957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6728904498321332957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/parabens.html' title='... &quot; Parabéns &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63z4ayQiWYo/TYDnlqfkDoI/AAAAAAAAA24/oldtBZEOPkc/s72-c/184658_143540832376711_100001623844703_295246_3234469_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7899240842762829830</id><published>2011-03-16T16:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:35:47.545Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Há que não perder " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGJiDBw01No/TYDm0DDGYFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/t_AMy35VOH0/s1600/Ha-Momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584717319785308242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGJiDBw01No/TYDm0DDGYFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/t_AMy35VOH0/s320/Ha-Momentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há que não perder... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem o rumo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem a calma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem a cabeça... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem a vontade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja daquilo que for... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas particularmente de tudo aquilo que se quer muito!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-7899240842762829830?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7899240842762829830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7899240842762829830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7899240842762829830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7899240842762829830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-que-nao-perder.html' title='... &quot; Há que não perder &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGJiDBw01No/TYDm0DDGYFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/t_AMy35VOH0/s72-c/Ha-Momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1547196105669331534</id><published>2011-03-15T23:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:15:06.352Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Mi Princesa " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyC7wSTG7wA/TX_w5FYp5rI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UGyRcIEwpyE/s1600/Homem_sentado_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584446926451500722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyC7wSTG7wA/TX_w5FYp5rI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UGyRcIEwpyE/s320/Homem_sentado_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A minha princesa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  DAVID BISBAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVWm0e_BwJM&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVWm0e_BwJM&amp;amp;feature=relmfu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que milagro tiene que pasar&lt;br /&gt;para que me ames&lt;br /&gt;que estrella del cielo a de caer para poder&lt;br /&gt;te convencer&lt;br /&gt;que no sienta mi alma sola&lt;br /&gt;quiero escaparme de este eterno anochecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice mucha gente que los hombres nunca no lloran&lt;br /&gt;pero yo he tenido que volver a mi niñez una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;me sigo preguntando&lt;br /&gt;por que te sigo amando y dejas desangrando mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo colmarte de ni joyas ni dinero,&lt;br /&gt;pero puedo darte un corazon que es verdadero&lt;br /&gt;mis alas en el viento, necesitan de tus besos acompañame en el viaje que volar solo no puedo&lt;br /&gt;Y sabes que eres la princesa de mis sueños encantados&lt;br /&gt;cuantas guerras he librado por tenerte aqui mi lado&lt;br /&gt;no me canso de buscarte no me importaria arriesgarte si al final de esta aventura yo lograra conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;Y he pintado a mi pricesa en un cuadro imaginario&lt;br /&gt;le cantaba en el oido susurrando muy despacio&lt;br /&gt;tanto tiempo he naufragado y no se que no fue en vano, no he dejado de intertarlo porque creo en los milagros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo caminando en el desierto del deseo&lt;br /&gt;tantas madrugadas me perdido en el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;viviendo el desespero&lt;br /&gt;muriendo en la tristeza por no ver cambiar ese destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo colmarte de ni joyas ni dinero,&lt;br /&gt;pero puedo darte un corazon que es verdadero&lt;br /&gt;mis alas en el viento, necesitan de tus besos acompañame en el viaje que volar solo no puedo&lt;br /&gt;Y sabes que eres la princesa de mis sueños encantados&lt;br /&gt;cuantas guerras he librado por tenerte aqui mi ladono me canso de buscarte no me importaria arriesgarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si al final de esta aventura yo lograra conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;Y he pintado a mi pricesa en un cuadro imaginario&lt;br /&gt;le cantaba en el oido susurrando muy despacio&lt;br /&gt;tanto tiempo he naufragado y yo se que no fue en vano,&lt;br /&gt;no he dejado de intertarlo&lt;br /&gt;porque creo en los milagros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1547196105669331534?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1547196105669331534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1547196105669331534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1547196105669331534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1547196105669331534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/mi-princesa.html' title='... &quot; Mi Princesa &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IyC7wSTG7wA/TX_w5FYp5rI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UGyRcIEwpyE/s72-c/Homem_sentado_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3236728730988823493</id><published>2011-03-15T23:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:03:26.138Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Esta ausencia " ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZN9cwq45fs/TX_wISe45YI/AAAAAAAAA2g/LrctsysVmGE/s1600/amor09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584446088153720194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZN9cwq45fs/TX_wISe45YI/AAAAAAAAA2g/LrctsysVmGE/s320/amor09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnEmE8qanG8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnEmE8qanG8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by David Bisbal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3236728730988823493?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3236728730988823493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3236728730988823493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3236728730988823493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3236728730988823493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/esta-ausencia.html' title='... &quot; Esta ausencia &quot; ....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZN9cwq45fs/TX_wISe45YI/AAAAAAAAA2g/LrctsysVmGE/s72-c/amor09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8152792448474644590</id><published>2011-03-15T09:58:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:00:50.406Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Um amor para sempre? "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwNx50GvTWk/TX8762XgznI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pNoy8itaHfo/s1600/adeus6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584247945175289458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwNx50GvTWk/TX8762XgznI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pNoy8itaHfo/s320/adeus6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes e quando menos esperamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos obrigados a deitar no lixo os nossos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nossas emoções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigam-nos a dar continuidade à jornada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com uma dor no peito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despidos de sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTE_ZGcplmM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTE_ZGcplmM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NE ME QUITTE PAS - By MARIA GADÚ &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/8897326336355614080-8152792448474644590?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8152792448474644590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8152792448474644590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8152792448474644590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8152792448474644590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/abdicar-dos-sonhos.html' title='... &quot; Um amor para sempre? &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwNx50GvTWk/TX8762XgznI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pNoy8itaHfo/s72-c/adeus6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-2560076539347967829</id><published>2011-03-14T00:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:35:59.968Z</updated><title type='text'>... " You are the love of my life " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpvfEgPhsmE/TX1igN-IhNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/vONn_XHwT6k/s1600/beijo2%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583727418654885074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpvfEgPhsmE/TX1igN-IhNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/vONn_XHwT6k/s320/beijo2%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you are the love of my life &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NSzwflkF3w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NSzwflkF3w&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By George Benson &amp;amp; Roberta Flack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-2560076539347967829?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/2560076539347967829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=2560076539347967829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2560076539347967829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/2560076539347967829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-are-love-of-my-lofe.html' title='... &quot; You are the love of my life &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpvfEgPhsmE/TX1igN-IhNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/vONn_XHwT6k/s72-c/beijo2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8409770756443030884</id><published>2011-03-14T00:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:28:09.389Z</updated><title type='text'>... " In Your Eyes " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3O5csOSmics/TX1g-mWgNCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O5xGK1zvhmM/s1600/imgem_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583725741572371490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3O5csOSmics/TX1g-mWgNCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O5xGK1zvhmM/s320/imgem_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o24dxeqYKgg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o24dxeqYKgg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By George Benson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8409770756443030884?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8409770756443030884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8409770756443030884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8409770756443030884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8409770756443030884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-your-eyes.html' title='... &quot; In Your Eyes &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3O5csOSmics/TX1g-mWgNCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O5xGK1zvhmM/s72-c/imgem_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4482290574684844524</id><published>2011-03-13T23:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:00:01.283Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Ti Voglio Bene Assai " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVvUFE_QCs4/TX1Z_GW2-9I/AAAAAAAAA14/CF7bhxZwCCg/s1600/adeus1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583718053582404562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVvUFE_QCs4/TX1Z_GW2-9I/AAAAAAAAA14/CF7bhxZwCCg/s320/adeus1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;UN PICCOLO GESTO DI AFFETTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;NULLA DI PIU'AMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LE PICCOLE COSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E I PICCOLI GESTI ED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;IN ESSI MI RIFLETTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TI VOGLIO BENE ASSAI &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOfjTfP-DZ4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=62"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOfjTfP-DZ4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=62&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Caruso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-4482290574684844524?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4482290574684844524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4482290574684844524' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4482290574684844524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4482290574684844524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/ti-voglio-bene-assai.html' title='... &quot; Ti Voglio Bene Assai &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVvUFE_QCs4/TX1Z_GW2-9I/AAAAAAAAA14/CF7bhxZwCCg/s72-c/adeus1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6118051644607650700</id><published>2011-03-13T00:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:37:44.902Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Apelo " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00tBDJviX4U/TXwRvFfefxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/6u7r7hlUk6U/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583357138658295570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00tBDJviX4U/TXwRvFfefxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/6u7r7hlUk6U/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, meu amor não vás embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vê a vida como chora, vê que triste esta canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, eu te peço, não te ausentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois a dor que agora sentes, só se esquece no perdão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, minha amada me perdoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois embora ainda te doa a tristeza que causei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te suplico não destruas tantas coisas que são tuas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por um mal que eu já paguei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, minha amada, se soubesses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da tristeza que há nas preces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a chorar te faço eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tu soubesses num momento todo arrependimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como tudo entristeceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tu soubesses como é triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perceber que tu partiste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem sequer dizer adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, meu amor tu voltarias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de novo cairias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chorar nos braços meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente do riso fez-se o pranto,silencioso e branco como a bruma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De repente não mais que de repente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de sozinho que se fez contente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo, o distante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De repente não mais que de repente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, meu amor tu voltarias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de novo cairias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chorar nos braços meus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, meu amor tu voltarias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de novo cairias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chorar nos braços meus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GQ5Aljl5GY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GQ5Aljl5GY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;António Zambujo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Composição: Vinícius de Moraes e Baden Powell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6118051644607650700?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6118051644607650700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6118051644607650700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6118051644607650700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6118051644607650700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/apelo.html' title='... &quot; Apelo &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00tBDJviX4U/TXwRvFfefxI/AAAAAAAAA1w/6u7r7hlUk6U/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3297229911761825802</id><published>2011-03-06T21:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:35:33.939Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Cala-me... com esse teu desejado beijo " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbhjK5ArV50/TXP-GxIFJ2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/qxP6rXdkuoA/s1600/beijo2%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581083755462076258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbhjK5ArV50/TXP-GxIFJ2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/qxP6rXdkuoA/s320/beijo2%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cala-me com esses teu beijo doce e terno… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-me antes que este sentimento seja o senhor absoluto, do rumo que dou as palavras sem destino… às frases sem complexo… às estrofes desalinhadas… destes meu versos soltos, até mesmo aos murmúrios dos meus cantos loucos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-me antes que o sussurro de lugar ao grito,… a um grito único, que desvende o teu nome… no momento exacto em que findo a peça o pano desce, e os aplausos... esses serão só para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-me no momento em que a razão ameace denunciar este jogo de sedução… neste tempo errado da sorte, na hora incerta do sonho, no momento último da verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-me para que eu possa ainda dilatar este meu tempo de esperança, sem a dúvida do que talvez seja intocável e sem o medo de que esse teu olhar possa decifrar o enigma destas minhas frases tortas e acabar de uma vez com estas minhas rimas mortas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-me com esse teu beijo, para que mesmo que eu emudeça, possa ainda assim erguer a cabeça e louvar o ser que na realidade sou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-me com esse teu desejado beijo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-me…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3297229911761825802?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3297229911761825802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3297229911761825802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3297229911761825802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3297229911761825802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/cala-me-com-esse-teu-desejado-beijo.html' title='... &quot; Cala-me... com esse teu desejado beijo &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbhjK5ArV50/TXP-GxIFJ2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/qxP6rXdkuoA/s72-c/beijo2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4217294705818802118</id><published>2011-03-03T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:44:21.186Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Be My Baby " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_bq6mIfJrI/TW_TbCVfTyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ZohmRASWiv4/s1600/amor09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579910924772265762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_bq6mIfJrI/TW_TbCVfTyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ZohmRASWiv4/s320/amor09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Be My Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yg4Gm_GgLH0&amp;amp;feature=fvw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yg4Gm_GgLH0&amp;amp;feature=fvw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Aurea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-4217294705818802118?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4217294705818802118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4217294705818802118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4217294705818802118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4217294705818802118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-my-baby.html' title='... &quot; Be My Baby &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_bq6mIfJrI/TW_TbCVfTyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ZohmRASWiv4/s72-c/amor09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5595204440075053079</id><published>2011-03-03T17:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:41:24.610Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Busy (for me) "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgJDna7g1i4/TW_R4PY3HSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ShQCasExfwo/s1600/ha-momentos-2056080-2543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579909227469020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgJDna7g1i4/TW_R4PY3HSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ShQCasExfwo/s320/ha-momentos-2056080-2543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you busy for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz9cQJFZetI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=105"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz9cQJFZetI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=105&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By AUREA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5595204440075053079?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5595204440075053079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5595204440075053079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5595204440075053079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5595204440075053079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/03/busy-for-me.html' title='... &quot; Busy (for me) &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgJDna7g1i4/TW_R4PY3HSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ShQCasExfwo/s72-c/ha-momentos-2056080-2543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3176095975328210248</id><published>2011-02-22T19:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:13:48.693Z</updated><title type='text'>... " De dia penso em ti " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWlfaHhoCM4/TWQKHR1NXtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ShCZC4RRQN8/s1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576593358753455826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWlfaHhoCM4/TWQKHR1NXtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ShCZC4RRQN8/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dia penso em ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Á noite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não durmo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho fome de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOMkQ-JID0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOMkQ-JID0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&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/8897326336355614080-3176095975328210248?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3176095975328210248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3176095975328210248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3176095975328210248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3176095975328210248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-dia-penso-em-ti.html' title='... &quot; De dia penso em ti &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWlfaHhoCM4/TWQKHR1NXtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ShCZC4RRQN8/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-701237131641585115</id><published>2011-02-22T18:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:18:18.565Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Need You Now " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EM3tIfJ2zOE/TWQIb7zsd7I/AAAAAAAAA1I/KZgp610f55w/s1600/momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576591514595522482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EM3tIfJ2zOE/TWQIb7zsd7I/AAAAAAAAA1I/KZgp610f55w/s320/momentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJzWNXEQc5A&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=28"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJzWNXEQc5A&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OfsZyYPLoI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=43"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OfsZyYPLoI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=43&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lady Antebellum - Need You Now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-701237131641585115?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/701237131641585115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=701237131641585115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/701237131641585115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/701237131641585115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/need-you-now.html' title='... &quot; Need You Now &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EM3tIfJ2zOE/TWQIb7zsd7I/AAAAAAAAA1I/KZgp610f55w/s72-c/momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6520879000314416666</id><published>2011-02-22T12:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:05:16.882Z</updated><title type='text'>... " É isso ai " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--utB6dnLN-A/TWOmdGELYBI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8RGY9325Ozs/s1600/adeus5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576483782389358610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--utB6dnLN-A/TWOmdGELYBI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8RGY9325Ozs/s400/adeus5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como a gente achou que ia ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida tão simples é boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os passos vão pelas ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém reparou na lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida sempre continua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem acredite em milagres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem cometa maldades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem não saiba dizer a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um vendedor de flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ensinar seus filhos a escolher seus amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem acredite em milagres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem cometa maldades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há quem não saiba dizer a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um vendedor de flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ensinar seus filhos a escolher seus amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu Não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3fXy1ABdmY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=115"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3fXy1ABdmY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Ana carolina e seu Jorge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6520879000314416666?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6520879000314416666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6520879000314416666' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6520879000314416666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6520879000314416666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-isso-ai.html' title='... &quot; É isso ai &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--utB6dnLN-A/TWOmdGELYBI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8RGY9325Ozs/s72-c/adeus5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5010707553088092046</id><published>2011-02-20T21:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:51:07.398Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Equivocada " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7FoEibGSCU/TWGMrwMsn3I/AAAAAAAAA04/WjrqIlzJWuQ/s1600/amor09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575892496961806194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7FoEibGSCU/TWGMrwMsn3I/AAAAAAAAA04/WjrqIlzJWuQ/s400/amor09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPeNUfc8hGk&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPeNUfc8hGk&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thalía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5010707553088092046?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5010707553088092046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5010707553088092046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5010707553088092046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5010707553088092046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/equivocada.html' title='... &quot; Equivocada &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7FoEibGSCU/TWGMrwMsn3I/AAAAAAAAA04/WjrqIlzJWuQ/s72-c/amor09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4661769881972651735</id><published>2011-02-20T21:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:48:32.656Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Que será de ti " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zy4cq7epFw/TWGMJ7EsweI/AAAAAAAAA0w/c9iKLerkLV0/s1600/AgainstAllOdds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575891915765498338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zy4cq7epFw/TWGMJ7EsweI/AAAAAAAAA0w/c9iKLerkLV0/s400/AgainstAllOdds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kanyeO5uoNo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kanyeO5uoNo&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/8897326336355614080-4661769881972651735?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4661769881972651735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4661769881972651735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4661769881972651735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4661769881972651735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-sera-de-ti.html' title='... &quot; Que será de ti &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zy4cq7epFw/TWGMJ7EsweI/AAAAAAAAA0w/c9iKLerkLV0/s72-c/AgainstAllOdds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5756340791497164588</id><published>2011-02-20T21:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:43:01.837Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Detalhes " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0GCGXzvY04/TWGK25IzwAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/gRgZQnYNn_Y/s1600/Lingerie%2Bmeias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575890489316720642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0GCGXzvY04/TWGK25IzwAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/gRgZQnYNn_Y/s400/Lingerie%2Bmeias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7bKgTeqGSM&amp;amp;feature=autoplay&amp;amp;list=TLJz6_AiUeyRw&amp;amp;index=4&amp;amp;playnext=4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7bKgTeqGSM&amp;amp;feature=autoplay&amp;amp;list=TLJz6_AiUeyRw&amp;amp;index=4&amp;amp;playnext=4&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/8897326336355614080-5756340791497164588?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5756340791497164588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5756340791497164588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5756340791497164588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5756340791497164588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/detalhes.html' title='... &quot; Detalhes &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0GCGXzvY04/TWGK25IzwAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/gRgZQnYNn_Y/s72-c/Lingerie%2Bmeias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3942897284902703955</id><published>2011-02-15T20:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:19:29.803Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Dia de São Valentim " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QK0PR4lXYM/TVrfscFS-BI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yg6CFyPEbzQ/s1600/99.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574013443370055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QK0PR4lXYM/TVrfscFS-BI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yg6CFyPEbzQ/s400/99.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pze_mdbOK8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pze_mdbOK8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste dia opto por&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficar no meio da rua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentindo a chuva cair sobre mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aproveito para usufruir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das gotas magicas e cristalinas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que teimam em banhar a minha pele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto um arrepio desafiador &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percorre todo o meu corpo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E num gesto, puramente mecânico,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Protejo-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fujo para o meio da multidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3942897284902703955?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3942897284902703955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3942897284902703955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3942897284902703955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3942897284902703955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/dia-de-sao-valentim.html' title='... &quot; Dia de São Valentim &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QK0PR4lXYM/TVrfscFS-BI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yg6CFyPEbzQ/s72-c/99.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5825244180358789847</id><published>2011-02-12T22:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:34:57.855Z</updated><title type='text'>" A Mãe " - Album de Rodrigo Leão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fj__p_9bvxI/TVcK73NhxTI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/rAMt3BxkXWo/s1600/momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572935087443526962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fj__p_9bvxI/TVcK73NhxTI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/rAMt3BxkXWo/s400/momentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncGKiPJFPsc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncGKiPJFPsc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há musicas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espectáculos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nós fazem sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos emocionam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transportam-nos para longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para outras realidades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para outras vivências ainda não partilhadas ou sequer vividas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para "filmes" que ainda não existem mas que vivem diariamente em cada um de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada espectáculo do Rodrigo Leão é um "banho" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espectáculo gravado no Casino do Estoril em 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5825244180358789847?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5825244180358789847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5825244180358789847' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5825244180358789847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5825244180358789847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/mae-album-de-rodrigo-leao.html' title='&quot; A Mãe &quot; - Album de Rodrigo Leão'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fj__p_9bvxI/TVcK73NhxTI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/rAMt3BxkXWo/s72-c/momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5576841704228560457</id><published>2011-02-12T22:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:20:42.679Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Que vida tão estranha " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-83yHJcXYs/TVcHnMpcEuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RLKzRdPFgGs/s1600/imgem_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572931433885602530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-83yHJcXYs/TVcHnMpcEuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RLKzRdPFgGs/s400/imgem_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTyPuuq9yLM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTyPuuq9yLM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São de veludo as palavras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daquele que finge que ama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao desengano levo a vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sorte a mim já não me chama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refrão: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida tão só &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida tão estranha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração tão maltratado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já nem chorar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me traz consolo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resta-me só um triste fado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente vive na mentira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não dá conta do que sente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes sozinha toda a vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que ter um coração que mente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refrão: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida tão só &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida tão estranha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração tão maltratado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já nem chorar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me traz consolo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resta-me só um triste fado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letra e Musica de Rodrigo Leão.&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/8897326336355614080-5576841704228560457?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5576841704228560457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5576841704228560457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5576841704228560457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5576841704228560457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-vida-tao-estranha.html' title='... &quot; Que vida tão estranha &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-83yHJcXYs/TVcHnMpcEuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RLKzRdPFgGs/s72-c/imgem_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3447030961537142692</id><published>2011-02-12T22:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:11:09.539Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Beijo "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOlQwOem3VU/TVcFV4sSt-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/rK-HTzt1ymk/s1600/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572928937447831522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOlQwOem3VU/TVcFV4sSt-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/rK-HTzt1ymk/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7CWk8Apl7c&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7CWk8Apl7c&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso deixar que te leve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O castigo da ausência,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ficar a esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vais ver-me lutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que esse mar não nos vença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso pensar que esta noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adormeço sozinho,Vou ficar a escrever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E talvez vá vencerO teu longo caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sem ti não há lua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem as árvores crescem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou as mãos amanhecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre as sombras da rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva os meus braços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esconde-te em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a dor do silêncio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contigo eu venço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num beijo assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar de sentir-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na memória das mãos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ficar a despir-te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E talvez ouça rir-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas paredes, no chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso mentir que as lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São saudades do beijo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ficar mais despido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que um corpo vencido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdido em desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sem ti não há lua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem as árvores crescem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou as mãos amanhecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre as sombras da rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" O BEIJO "&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa - Voz, piano, contrabaixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paulo Pinto - Guitarras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian Humphries - Violino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charles Mutter - Violino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nic Pendelbury - Viola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Philip Sheppard - Violoncelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3447030961537142692?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3447030961537142692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3447030961537142692' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3447030961537142692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3447030961537142692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/beijo.html' title='... &quot; Beijo &quot;'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOlQwOem3VU/TVcFV4sSt-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/rK-HTzt1ymk/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8121340926938470521</id><published>2011-02-08T16:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:11:02.056Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Eu sou " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TVF1WJuDi0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/eZvKHlFx_Z0/s1600/mulheres_musicais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571363237460675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TVF1WJuDi0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/eZvKHlFx_Z0/s400/mulheres_musicais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um ser vivo, e como todo o ser sou rebelde, e por vezes indomável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um espírito livre, e por vezes tão resoluto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma terra misteriosa repleta de raízes densas, e como toda a terra deixo que emane de mim confiança e força. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honesto nas acções, no entanto foge-me a mente muitas vezes para o sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um cavalo de fogo, repleto de palavras e emoções. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não sou de lado nenhum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque sou um ser do mundo inteiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8121340926938470521?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8121340926938470521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8121340926938470521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8121340926938470521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8121340926938470521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou.html' title='... &quot; Eu sou &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TVF1WJuDi0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/eZvKHlFx_Z0/s72-c/mulheres_musicais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8922678436146895750</id><published>2011-02-03T12:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:47:30.232Z</updated><title type='text'>... " More Than Words " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUqjrUX7o9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/NFV5LzKayKQ/s1600/perfect%252520sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569443853795828690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUqjrUX7o9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/NFV5LzKayKQ/s400/perfect%252520sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2vze1uw9gc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2vze1uw9gc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Extreme - More Than Words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8922678436146895750?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8922678436146895750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8922678436146895750' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8922678436146895750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8922678436146895750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-than-words.html' title='... &quot; More Than Words &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUqjrUX7o9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/NFV5LzKayKQ/s72-c/perfect%252520sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-516865588287731903</id><published>2011-02-03T05:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T05:47:33.005Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Memorias Esquecidas " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUpBYje6V4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Cl4PwGGD5gk/s1600/Outro-tipo-de-mulher-nua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569335779294599042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUpBYje6V4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Cl4PwGGD5gk/s400/Outro-tipo-de-mulher-nua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São meras palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ditas pelo vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando não estás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai em mim a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto o momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho p´ra trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras perdidas, ficam por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, perco a razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memórias esquecidas, sinto-me perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo é ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sentir que não sou capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De enfrentar marcas do passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, é porque tu nem sempre me dás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certeza de querer estar a meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, a meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando desabafo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguentar calado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esconder momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras perdidas, ficam por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, perco a razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memórias esquecidas, sinto-me perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo é ilusão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sentir que não sou capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De enfrentar marcas do passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, é porque tu nem sempre me dás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certeza de querer estar a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu sentir que não sou capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De enfrentar marcas do passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, é porque tu nem sempre me dás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certeza de querer estar a meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, a meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmffJDpzmVI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmffJDpzmVI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Beto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-516865588287731903?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/516865588287731903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=516865588287731903' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/516865588287731903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/516865588287731903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/memorias-esquecidas.html' title='... &quot; Memorias Esquecidas &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUpBYje6V4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Cl4PwGGD5gk/s72-c/Outro-tipo-de-mulher-nua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8899622428584362768</id><published>2011-02-03T05:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T05:34:18.761Z</updated><title type='text'>..." Refúgio " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo-S_YJclI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wO5le_JTtxQ/s1600/menino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569332385168323154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo-S_YJclI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wO5le_JTtxQ/s400/menino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SenkITpefTM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SenkITpefTM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Pedro Khima - Refúgio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8899622428584362768?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8899622428584362768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8899622428584362768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8899622428584362768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8899622428584362768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/refugio.html' title='...&quot; Refúgio &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo-S_YJclI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wO5le_JTtxQ/s72-c/menino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3667148745486780159</id><published>2011-02-03T05:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T05:14:11.789Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Dá-me sede " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo5lFyp-4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/bw8KadLEDEQ/s1600/mulher_nua_na_cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569327198569626498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo5lFyp-4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/bw8KadLEDEQ/s400/mulher_nua_na_cama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo5WR11o6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/FVy9sZb6IKI/s1600/VAPSv3091418-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá-me sede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá-me voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá-me algo que te prenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traz-me sono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traz-te a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traz-me algo, estou sem tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estou contigo és quem me faz parar de respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estás comigo és tudo o que há em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz-me fraco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz-me rir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz algo mais que fugir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traz-me medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traz-te a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traz-me algo, estou sem tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estou contigo és quem me faz parar de respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estás comigo és tudo o que há em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estou contigo és quem me faz parar de respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estás comigo és tudo o que há em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te só pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te só pra mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwPeYVxO8fM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwPeYVxO8fM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Pedro Khima - "Dá-me sede" &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/8897326336355614080-3667148745486780159?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3667148745486780159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3667148745486780159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3667148745486780159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3667148745486780159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/da-me-sede.html' title='... &quot; Dá-me sede &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo5lFyp-4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/bw8KadLEDEQ/s72-c/mulher_nua_na_cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7862760722825965355</id><published>2011-02-03T04:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:57:50.406Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Esfera " ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo1u2OrjWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Ika4EOw9Y2s/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569322968144383330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo1u2OrjWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Ika4EOw9Y2s/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo1jfuOz6I/AAAAAAAAAzI/iyQlnaskG4E/s1600/lindsay-lohan-decote-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por sinal, essa esfera que me tentava sem me olhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada mais era do que um som&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me levava a tentar fugir de ti... sair de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez mais, sem saber porquê,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desistira de dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao dá mais, quero mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não for assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais, mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais, mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só assim dá para mim conseguir que não doa mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me deixes ir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me libertes de ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não me faças sentir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não quero cair, não me posso entregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem que percebas que não podes julgar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu quero tentar, poder acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o aperto cá dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia vai acabar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O monstro em mim não irá sucumbir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não desfalece por não conseguir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que olhes p'ra mim, que me facas existir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais, mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais, mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais, mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais, mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huN7vpydWUQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huN7vpydWUQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Pedro Khima - Esfera &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/8897326336355614080-7862760722825965355?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7862760722825965355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7862760722825965355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7862760722825965355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7862760722825965355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/esfera.html' title='... &quot; Esfera &quot; ....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUo1u2OrjWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Ika4EOw9Y2s/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6983162009841079838</id><published>2011-02-02T23:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:44:57.514Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Broken Hearted Girl " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUnsbIYVUwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/LPRmpTpBXf4/s1600/o_olhar_do_futuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569242365070496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUnsbIYVUwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/LPRmpTpBXf4/s400/o_olhar_do_futuro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8F-GvZQF0Q&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8F-GvZQF0Q&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyoncé &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6983162009841079838?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6983162009841079838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6983162009841079838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6983162009841079838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6983162009841079838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/02/broken-hearted-girl.html' title='... &quot; Broken Hearted Girl &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUnsbIYVUwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/LPRmpTpBXf4/s72-c/o_olhar_do_futuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1884948055414142388</id><published>2011-01-28T18:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:04:41.430Z</updated><title type='text'>... " I Don't Believe You "....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUMSvnVrtXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/VCCaycj036s/s1600/AgainstAllOdds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567314173583144306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUMSvnVrtXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/VCCaycj036s/s400/AgainstAllOdds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26EP0ght2kI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26EP0ght2kI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;/div&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/8897326336355614080-1884948055414142388?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1884948055414142388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1884948055414142388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1884948055414142388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1884948055414142388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-believe-you.html' title='... &quot; I Don&apos;t Believe You &quot;....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TUMSvnVrtXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/VCCaycj036s/s72-c/AgainstAllOdds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1194312031804973325</id><published>2011-01-23T23:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:01:12.276Z</updated><title type='text'>... " I Will Always Love You " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTzBC2CllnI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6BjctIJjUTY/s1600/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565535494133356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTzBC2CllnI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6BjctIJjUTY/s400/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há musicas que nos transportam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para outros lugares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para outras vidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para outras praias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para outros mares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há musicas que simplesmente não morrem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivem eternamente na nossa memoria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essas musicas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serão para sempre nossas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só nossas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eho6m_H1q2c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eho6m_H1q2c&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1194312031804973325?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1194312031804973325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1194312031804973325' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1194312031804973325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1194312031804973325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-will-always-love-you.html' title='... &quot; I Will Always Love You &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTzBC2CllnI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6BjctIJjUTY/s72-c/amor_meu_grande_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3652203513937575653</id><published>2011-01-23T23:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:41:26.780Z</updated><title type='text'>... " The Blowers Daughter "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy8m0nlEWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TPrXrhbEyD4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565530614668792162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy8m0nlEWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TPrXrhbEyD4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KaxoRXmdSY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KaxoRXmdSY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;#!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Sem palavras....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3652203513937575653?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3652203513937575653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3652203513937575653' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3652203513937575653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3652203513937575653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/blowers-daughter.html' title='... &quot; The Blowers Daughter &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy8m0nlEWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TPrXrhbEyD4/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-107216250680280729</id><published>2011-01-23T23:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:38:24.343Z</updated><title type='text'>... " A Noite do Meu Bem " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy755kKiDI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CAlIwXMo3V4/s1600/A-OSTRA-E-A-P%2525C3%252589ROLA-DENTISTA-SC-ODONTOQUALITY-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565529842902534194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy755kKiDI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CAlIwXMo3V4/s400/A-OSTRA-E-A-P%2525C3%252589ROLA-DENTISTA-SC-ODONTOQUALITY-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6HWZ_wa_l4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6HWZ_wa_l4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;#!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... O que é bonito... não tem idade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Dolores Duran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-107216250680280729?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/107216250680280729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=107216250680280729' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/107216250680280729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/107216250680280729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/noite-do-meu-bem.html' title='... &quot; A Noite do Meu Bem &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy755kKiDI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CAlIwXMo3V4/s72-c/A-OSTRA-E-A-P%2525C3%252589ROLA-DENTISTA-SC-ODONTOQUALITY-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1107638650401934913</id><published>2011-01-23T23:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:35:18.731Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Kissing a fool " ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy7KqG2YcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7g7nxoPIXkw/s1600/menino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565529031299195330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy7KqG2YcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7g7nxoPIXkw/s400/menino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqr8BcKJ7xQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqr8BcKJ7xQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;#!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By George Michael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1107638650401934913?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1107638650401934913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1107638650401934913' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1107638650401934913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1107638650401934913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/kissing-fool.html' title='... &quot; Kissing a fool &quot; ....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTy7KqG2YcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7g7nxoPIXkw/s72-c/menino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-4801267490599945107</id><published>2011-01-21T15:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:54:20.433Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Wings To Fly " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmsI_B6SbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/gJumj0Js-S8/s1600/anjo_nu_photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564668084951337394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmsI_B6SbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/gJumj0Js-S8/s400/anjo_nu_photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1Gaz1LsyhA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1Gaz1LsyhA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-4801267490599945107?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/4801267490599945107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=4801267490599945107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4801267490599945107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/4801267490599945107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/wings-to-fly.html' title='... &quot; Wings To Fly &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmsI_B6SbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/gJumj0Js-S8/s72-c/anjo_nu_photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7071755779998337247</id><published>2011-01-21T15:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:50:03.716Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Ne Me Quitte Pas "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmrJYux6fI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wqs1D0pDlBQ/s1600/adeus1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564666992338790898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmrJYux6fI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wqs1D0pDlBQ/s400/adeus1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmrBxcRdEI/AAAAAAAAAx4/FeQIOMrl86E/s1600/palavras.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTE_ZGcplmM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTE_ZGcplmM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria Gadu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmb7tQwffpk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmb7tQwffpk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacques Brel&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/8897326336355614080-7071755779998337247?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7071755779998337247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7071755779998337247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7071755779998337247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7071755779998337247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/ne-me-quitte-pas.html' title='... &quot; Ne Me Quitte Pas &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmrJYux6fI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wqs1D0pDlBQ/s72-c/adeus1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7200721353759707309</id><published>2011-01-21T15:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:43:38.885Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Ruas de Outono " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmpon9DWZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Qhok-SLQ_2w/s1600/CarlosSilero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564665329977874834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmpon9DWZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Qhok-SLQ_2w/s400/CarlosSilero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO9BRj3lGuw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO9BRj3lGuw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas ruas de outono, os meus passos vão ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E todo abandono que eu sentia, vai passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As folhas pelo chão que um dia o vento vai levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus olhos só verão que tudo poderá mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu voltei por entre as flores da estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra dizer que sem você não há mais nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero ter você bem mais que perto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com você eu sinto o céu aberto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daria pra escrever um livro, se eu fosse contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo que passei antes de te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pego sua mão e peço pra me escutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu olhar me diz que você quer me acompanhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu voltei por entre as flores da estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra dizer que sem você não há mais nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Ana Carolina / Totonho Villeroy&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/8897326336355614080-7200721353759707309?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7200721353759707309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7200721353759707309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7200721353759707309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7200721353759707309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/ruas-de-outono.html' title='... &quot; Ruas de Outono &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmpon9DWZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Qhok-SLQ_2w/s72-c/CarlosSilero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-225178181153606087</id><published>2011-01-21T15:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:35:27.863Z</updated><title type='text'>" Quem de Nós Dois "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmnt_HOQGI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ngYiXhtRbSY/s1600/ij7w1ljoWi58ydNboZzt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564663223070638178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmnt_HOQGI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ngYiXhtRbSY/s400/ij7w1ljoWi58ydNboZzt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmnUfX8I8I/AAAAAAAAAxg/9KGwIjTNzyw/s1600/410316600_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqDKX2JFMm8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqDKX2JFMm8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é assim tão complicado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é difícil perceber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem de nós dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai dizer que é impossível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor acontecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que já nem sinto nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a estrada sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É mais segura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei você vai rir da minha cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já conheço o teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leio o teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu sorriso é só disfarce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu já nem preciso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto dizer que amo mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá ruim prá disfarçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre nós dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não cabe mais nenhum segredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além do que já combinamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vão das coisas que a gente disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não cabe mais sermos somente amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando eu falo que eu já nem quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A frase fica pelo avesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meio na contra mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando finjo que esqueço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não esqueci nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que eu fujo, eu me aproximo mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E te perder de vista assim é ruim demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é por isso que atravesso o teu futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E faço das lembranças um lugar seguro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é que eu queira reviver nenhum passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem revirar um sentimento revirado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas toda vez que eu procuro uma saída&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabo entrando sem querer na tua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procurei qualquer desculpa pra não te encarar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra não dizer de novo e sempre a mesma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falar só por falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu já não tô nem aí pra essa conversa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a história de nós dois não me interessa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu tento esconder meias verdades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você conhece o meu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lê o meu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu sorriso é só disfarce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu já nem preciso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que eu fujo, eu me aproximo mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E te perder de vista assim é ruim demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é por isso que atravesso o teu futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E faço das lembranças um lugar seguro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é que eu queira reviver nenhum passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem revirar um sentimento revirado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas toda vez que eu procuro uma saída&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabo entrando sem querer na tua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: GianLuca Grignani / Massima Luca &lt;/em&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/8897326336355614080-225178181153606087?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/225178181153606087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=225178181153606087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/225178181153606087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/225178181153606087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/quem-de-nos-dois.html' title='&quot; Quem de Nós Dois &quot;'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTmnt_HOQGI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ngYiXhtRbSY/s72-c/ij7w1ljoWi58ydNboZzt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1318682062752255025</id><published>2011-01-18T00:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:33:20.328Z</updated><title type='text'>... "Gosto de Ti "...</title><content type='html'>Cada vez que olho para ti...&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me lembrar a alegria de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Trazes contida as cores vivas da esperança estampadas no reflexo do teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o teu cabelo desentralaça-se e encontra-se na ternura dos teus ombros,&lt;br /&gt;As tuas mãos seguram o mundo inteiro que reside em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Tal como quem segura uma enorme flor,&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de pétalas,&lt;br /&gt;Cheiros e cores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por tudo isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1318682062752255025?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1318682062752255025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1318682062752255025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1318682062752255025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1318682062752255025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/gosto-de-ti.html' title='... &quot;Gosto de Ti &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-5073704606914751110</id><published>2011-01-17T23:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:49:28.452Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Ama Cada Momento " ....</title><content type='html'>Aprendemos que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes, temos que aprender a perdoar-nos a nos mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que com a mesma severidade com que julgamos, seremos em algum momento condenados.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que não importa em quantos pedaços o nosso coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que o consertemos. &lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, aprendemos que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso ama cada momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c9149b2d57148c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c9149b2d57148c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64FDB63E633D4A37B212970EB9079D4E732B1693.56DE0C7C3A339A0E42C27FEF3E04FC13EFD19BCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c9149b2d57148c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2d7bp45WqwXEsAKbsx_lgptPexQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c9149b2d57148c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64FDB63E633D4A37B212970EB9079D4E732B1693.56DE0C7C3A339A0E42C27FEF3E04FC13EFD19BCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c9149b2d57148c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2d7bp45WqwXEsAKbsx_lgptPexQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vitas - Il doce suono&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-5073704606914751110?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/5073704606914751110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=5073704606914751110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5073704606914751110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/5073704606914751110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/ama-cada-momento.html' title='... &quot; Ama Cada Momento &quot; ....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6647801068985457476</id><published>2011-01-17T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:15:11.493Z</updated><title type='text'>...  " Lisboa " ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTRc4cSrhfI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mlPNP7qhvDs/s1600/lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563173564446377458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTRc4cSrhfI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mlPNP7qhvDs/s400/lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6647801068985457476?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6647801068985457476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6647801068985457476' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6647801068985457476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6647801068985457476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/lisboa.html' title='...  &quot; Lisboa &quot; ....'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TTRc4cSrhfI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mlPNP7qhvDs/s72-c/lisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1919497342155812443</id><published>2011-01-06T23:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:51:45.769Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Gosto " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TSZVgGaj5ZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bHTwDTQegnU/s1600/abalone%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559224800001648018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TSZVgGaj5ZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bHTwDTQegnU/s400/abalone%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das bebidas mais amargas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das drogas mais poderosas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das ideias mais insanas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos pensamentos mais complexos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos sentimentos mais fortes… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E daí? Eu adoro voar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas, por que eu não espero acertar sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, por que vou seguir meu coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me façam ser quem não sou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me convidem a ser igual, por que sinceramente sou diferente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei amar pela metade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei viver de mentira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei voar de pés no chão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clarice Lispector"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1919497342155812443?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1919497342155812443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1919497342155812443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1919497342155812443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1919497342155812443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2011/01/gosto.html' title='... &quot; Gosto &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TSZVgGaj5ZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bHTwDTQegnU/s72-c/abalone%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7325761793060908815</id><published>2010-12-08T11:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:03:29.570Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Quando um dia olhares através dos meus olhos " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TP9z_ANZPQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BI_e-W4MEzk/s1600/A%252Bostra%252Be%252Ba%252BP%2525C3%2525A9rola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548280792168873218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TP9z_ANZPQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BI_e-W4MEzk/s400/A%252Bostra%252Be%252Ba%252BP%2525C3%2525A9rola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje dei por mim a ler alguns dos post que um dia escrevi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos deles foram escritos em momentos de grande solidão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De verdadeira magoa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De angustia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se em tempos existiam dúvidas sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que eu sou algo mais que essas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que essas sentidas frases,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ate, mesmo, mais do que uma fotografia poderia falar sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou acima de tudo um ser de atitudes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de ideais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um romântico,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incurável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só assim faz, realmente, sentido estar vivo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se existem equipamentos que podem registar emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como seja a surpresa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As gargalhadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não existe nenhum que consiga descortinar aquilo que eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo quem eu sou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa tarefa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tu conseguiras descortinar quando um dia olhares nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando um dia olhares através deles!&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/8897326336355614080-7325761793060908815?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7325761793060908815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7325761793060908815' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7325761793060908815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7325761793060908815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-um-dia-olhares-atravez-dos-meus.html' title='... &quot; Quando um dia olhares através dos meus olhos &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TP9z_ANZPQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BI_e-W4MEzk/s72-c/A%252Bostra%252Be%252Ba%252BP%2525C3%2525A9rola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-598026946756806880</id><published>2010-11-12T17:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:21:22.102Z</updated><title type='text'>" A Republica " segundo Platão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TN13hViXyxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/8_-q3yGXgu4/s1600/PICT1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538714531336276754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TN13hViXyxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/8_-q3yGXgu4/s400/PICT1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No seu livro “A República”, Platão define o homem justo como aquele que é bom e sábio para consigo próprio e para os demais na vida em sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com estas palavras, o filósofo grego defendia a ideia de que o bom cidadão é aquele que sabe qual é o seu lugar na sociedade, procurando o que é bom para si próprio, mas ao mesmo tempo, procede da maneira mais correta no âmbito da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colectividade&lt;/span&gt;, fundamentando-se, para tanto, no conhecimento que tem sobre a sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não basta buscar a satisfação de seu bem-estar individual: só é um bom cidadão aquele que se preocupa com o âmbito público da sua sociedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-598026946756806880?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/598026946756806880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=598026946756806880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/598026946756806880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/598026946756806880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/11/republica-segundo-platao.html' title='&quot; A Republica &quot; segundo Platão.'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TN13hViXyxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/8_-q3yGXgu4/s72-c/PICT1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-1692249067404248562</id><published>2010-11-05T18:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:01:17.078Z</updated><title type='text'>... " As Vezes " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRUZlp_biI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2nf9_z5pBpM/s1600/joaninha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536142640526880290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRUZlp_biI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2nf9_z5pBpM/s400/joaninha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRUOj8iSTI/AAAAAAAAAws/dDZnNNIBs04/s1600/joaninha.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes penso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se desses a ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma oportunidade de ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo podería ser perfeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-1692249067404248562?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/1692249067404248562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=1692249067404248562' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1692249067404248562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/1692249067404248562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes.html' title='... &quot; As Vezes &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRUZlp_biI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2nf9_z5pBpM/s72-c/joaninha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-6246770979815651159</id><published>2010-11-05T18:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T18:52:38.541Z</updated><title type='text'>... " Sinto saudade " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRPoNFOPNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JgHsu1_PwTs/s1600/saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536137394070109394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRPoNFOPNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JgHsu1_PwTs/s400/saudades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto saudade do tempo em que me era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permitido&lt;/span&gt; viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem me preocupar com, absolutamente, mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não com a conjugação do presente desse verbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades desse tempo mágico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto Saudade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-6246770979815651159?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/6246770979815651159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=6246770979815651159' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6246770979815651159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/6246770979815651159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/11/sinto-saudade.html' title='... &quot; Sinto saudade &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRPoNFOPNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JgHsu1_PwTs/s72-c/saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-7130388815958114245</id><published>2010-10-03T19:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T18:53:37.221Z</updated><title type='text'>... " A procura da perfeição em mim " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRSpAOfWfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HkVWCVAIbIw/s1600/perfect%2520sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536140706334071282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRSpAOfWfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HkVWCVAIbIw/s400/perfect%2520sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me conhece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o quanto gosto de odores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do cheiro a terra molhada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relva acabada de cortar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De viver, e se possível de forma intensa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De passear na praia a noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir o mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir musica ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De namorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a vida aprendi que quando queremos algo de verdade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada nos deve separe desse nosso ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque o que existe é somente o peso do quanto teremos que nos dedicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E das coisas sobre as quais teremos que abrir mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é feita de um caminho repleto opções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolhi nunca desistir dos meus sonhos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-7130388815958114245?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7130388815958114245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7130388815958114245' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7130388815958114245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7130388815958114245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/10/procura-da-perfeicao-em-mim.html' title='... &quot; A procura da perfeição em mim &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TNRSpAOfWfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HkVWCVAIbIw/s72-c/perfect%2520sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-157465194533359170</id><published>2010-10-02T22:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:30:14.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " O Nosso Destino " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TKekSKZOm5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/NpcmZbd1D0k/s1600/santorini.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523564099927972754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TKekSKZOm5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/NpcmZbd1D0k/s400/santorini.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mas o nosso destino foi escrito sob o som de uma banda qualquer (..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora é só você que me faz cantar!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los Hermanos - " Bom dia "&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/8897326336355614080-157465194533359170?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/157465194533359170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=157465194533359170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/157465194533359170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/157465194533359170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-nosso-destino.html' title='... &quot; O Nosso Destino &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TKekSKZOm5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/NpcmZbd1D0k/s72-c/santorini.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-3277771961566105255</id><published>2010-09-15T03:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T03:58:54.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Ou não " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJA2X4yGtqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tUCwTJKXRMQ/s1600/mulher+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516969327536289442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJA2X4yGtqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tUCwTJKXRMQ/s400/mulher+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A inquietação na pele ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A espera que não cessa ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A palavra que teima em faltar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sensação de ser um outro e nunca nós próprios ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isso passa..., &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menos a certeza de que amanhã vamos querer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver um novo nascer de sol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa qualquer praia deserta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-3277771961566105255?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/3277771961566105255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=3277771961566105255' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3277771961566105255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/3277771961566105255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/09/ou-nao.html' title='... &quot; Ou não &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJA2X4yGtqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tUCwTJKXRMQ/s72-c/mulher+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8196149662533413034</id><published>2010-09-15T03:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T03:45:29.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..." O elemento afrodisiaco "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJAzMudG_2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/AcbXFsR6dTE/s1600/Papel-de-Parede-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516965837250428770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJAzMudG_2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/AcbXFsR6dTE/s400/Papel-de-Parede-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a distancia pode oxigenar a relação, e entenda-se aqui por distancia não algo estritamente físico, mas de um momento intimista e necessário para o ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já a falta de intimidade, e consequentemente de cumplicidade, faz com que muitas relações se percam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mistério é, sem duvida, o elemento afrodisíaco de uma relação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8196149662533413034?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8196149662533413034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8196149662533413034' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8196149662533413034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8196149662533413034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-elemento-afrodisiaco.html' title='...&quot; O elemento afrodisiaco &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJAzMudG_2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/AcbXFsR6dTE/s72-c/Papel-de-Parede-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-8354094750099388795</id><published>2010-09-15T03:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T03:36:33.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... " Porque "...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJAxIEZyuKI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BEBVwEqiQJQ/s1600/mulher_misteriosa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516963558219495586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJAxIEZyuKI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BEBVwEqiQJQ/s400/mulher_misteriosa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque me ocorreu um dia querer-te?&lt;br /&gt;Quando há muito estava escrito que nunca te poderia ter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-8354094750099388795?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/8354094750099388795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=8354094750099388795' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8354094750099388795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/8354094750099388795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/09/porque.html' title='... &quot; Porque &quot;...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TJAxIEZyuKI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BEBVwEqiQJQ/s72-c/mulher_misteriosa+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897326336355614080.post-920232691924381092</id><published>2010-09-10T18:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:41:42.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Os versos que te fiz "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TIptHj4k_0I/AAAAAAAAAv0/-QmSjXz_mlU/s1600/adeus1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515340670327652162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TIptHj4k_0I/AAAAAAAAAv0/-QmSjXz_mlU/s400/adeus1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer !&lt;br /&gt;São talhados em mármore de Paros&lt;br /&gt;Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dolencia de veludo caros,&lt;br /&gt;São como sedas pálidas a arder...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que foram feitos pra te endoidecer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, meu Amor, eu não te digo ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Que a boca da mulher é sempre linda&lt;br /&gt;Se dentro guarda um verso que não diz !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te tanto! E nunca te beijei...&lt;br /&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei&lt;br /&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os versos que te fiz" by Florbela Espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31d675e56cc27368" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31d675e56cc27368%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37EDCEC01CDBD87816F0BE1823B24227A166CCBA.2D838BAF96FE485C204E74EE224F1428154C7B3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31d675e56cc27368%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCJL2OdRsoqVqU-p6ZxE93CiMcI8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31d675e56cc27368%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37EDCEC01CDBD87816F0BE1823B24227A166CCBA.2D838BAF96FE485C204E74EE224F1428154C7B3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31d675e56cc27368%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCJL2OdRsoqVqU-p6ZxE93CiMcI8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michael Buble - Sway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando ritmos de marimba começam a tocar&lt;br /&gt;Dance comigo, me faça balançar&lt;br /&gt;Como um oceano preguiçoso que abraça a costa&lt;br /&gt;Me segure firme, me balance mais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma flor que dobra na brisa&lt;br /&gt;Dobre comigo, balance com facilidade&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós dançamos você tem um jeito comigo&lt;br /&gt;Fique comigo, balance comigo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros dançarinos podem estar na pista&lt;br /&gt;Querido, mas meus olhos só o verão&lt;br /&gt;Só você tem aquela técnica mágica&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós balançamos que eu fico fraca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ouvir os sons de violinos&lt;br /&gt;Muito antes de isso começar&lt;br /&gt;Me faça vibrar como só você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Me balance suavemente, me balance agora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me balance, me leve&lt;br /&gt;Me emocione, me segure&lt;br /&gt;Me dobre, me alivie&lt;br /&gt;Você tem um modo comigo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance comigo&lt;br /&gt;Balance (balance)(Balance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros dançarinos podem estar na pista&lt;br /&gt;Querido, mas meus olhos só o verão&lt;br /&gt;Só você tem aquela técnica mágica&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós balançamos eu fico fraca&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico fraca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ouvir os sons de violinos&lt;br /&gt;Muito antes de isso começar&lt;br /&gt;Me faça vibrar como só você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Me balance suavemente, me balance agora&lt;br /&gt;Me faça vibrar como só você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Me balance suavemente, me balance agora&lt;br /&gt;Me faça vibrar como só você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Me balance suavemente, me balance agora&lt;br /&gt;Me balance&lt;br /&gt;Me balance&lt;br /&gt;Me balance agora&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/8897326336355614080-920232691924381092?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/920232691924381092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=920232691924381092' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/920232691924381092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/920232691924381092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-versos-que-te-fiz.html' title='&quot; 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" Afinal " ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TGgyElc2PhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vZYmGSVc6KM/s1600/alvor+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505705598814404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TGgyElc2PhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vZYmGSVc6KM/s400/alvor+praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;" Afinal, a melhor maneira de viajar é sentir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Sentir tudo de todas as maneiras. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Sentir tudo excessivamente, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Porque todas as coisas são, em verdade, excessivas &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;E toda a realidade é um excesso, uma violência, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Uma alucinação extraordinariamente nítida &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Que vivemos todos em comum com a fúria das almas, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;O centro para onde tendem as estranhas forças centrífugas &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Que são as psiques humanas no seu acordo de sentidos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Quanto mais eu sinta, quanto mais eu sinta como várias pessoas, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Quanto mais personalidade eu tiver, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Quanto mais intensamente, estridentemente as tiver, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Quanto mais simultaneamente sentir com todas elas, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Quanto mais unificadamente diverso, dispersadamente atento, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Estiver, sentir, viver, for, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Mais possuirei a existência total do universo, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;Mais completo serei pelo espaço inteiro fora."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="profile-textblock"&gt;FERNANDO PESSOA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56e94f7046263225" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56e94f7046263225%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D343F80F10785C0A563B6707FCE9FCFC9C2C4CF01.35B1686DAED28D7DC911E153299F034E1C2575BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56e94f7046263225%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlS8OZocHCH00BWeFEPUX-l-doVk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56e94f7046263225%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D343F80F10785C0A563B6707FCE9FCFC9C2C4CF01.35B1686DAED28D7DC911E153299F034E1C2575BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56e94f7046263225%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlS8OZocHCH00BWeFEPUX-l-doVk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Araketu - "Amantes" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897326336355614080-7841284033809425232?l=homemsemrosto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/feeds/7841284033809425232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8897326336355614080&amp;postID=7841284033809425232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7841284033809425232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897326336355614080/posts/default/7841284033809425232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemsemrosto.blogspot.com/2010/08/afinal.html' title='... &quot; Afinal &quot; ...'/><author><name>Homem sem rosto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521889604041690287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1a-H1TuIy8/TGgyElc2PhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vZYmGSVc6KM/s72-c/alvor+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
