<?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-6174633</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:17:15.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff from my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Algumas considerações banais sobre tudo e todos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-2871766136981129472</id><published>2008-02-10T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T02:52:39.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Páginas TantasNão sei se é o sabor da música, aquilo que me move.Não sei se o faço por ti, porque encantas.Como gosto do sol e de quando choveAssim, sem igual eu venero Paginas tantasAi soubesses tu, o quanto me espantasE como é grande a vontade de voltar…Páginas de sentidos e expressões tantas,Que um livro só não consegue juntar.Perdidos entre o som e a multidão,Juntem-se os amigos à volta da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/2871766136981129472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/2871766136981129472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2871766136981129472' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-5826121241439215476</id><published>2007-05-31T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:36:50.152+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TuHá olhos que enfeitiçam e despertam o que a razão teima adormecer.Há quem nos caia do céu como chuva fora de tempo.E como no tempo, nunca se sabe o que vem por diante…Orvalho que cai. Assenta poeiras, ideias… desperta o cheiro da calçada.Por vezes águas descontroladas que enfurecem riachos.Relâmpagos que mexem com a gente e logo abalam sem rasto no horizonte.Sopram palavras de receio. Gelam os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/5826121241439215476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/5826121241439215476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5826121241439215476' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-115453519756775513</id><published>2006-08-02T17:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:19:07.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VentoSoa bem, entre as folhas de arvore, este bailado do vento.Sente-se o suave perfume das flores que lhe concedem nobreza,De padrão simples e único, nada exuberantes...Da cor da natureza.Imponente arvore que vingou da terra e roubou ao vento o seu alento.Tombaram algumas flores...enfurecido está o vento.Mas outras ficaram e deram frutos apetecidos.Virou tornado, capitulando os ramos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/115453519756775513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/115453519756775513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115453519756775513' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-115165164112220812</id><published>2006-06-30T09:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T03:59:44.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         Amor de poetas, loucos e sonhadores...Detesto frases feitas porque acho que as pessoas deviam pensar por si e não estar recorrentemente a procurar e a citar ideias de outros. Mas como não se pode dizer “desta água não beberei”, e caindo por isso em contradição… eu próprio sou obrigado a recorrer a estas frases feitas para expressar o que me vai na alma.Tudo isto para dizer que “A vida, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/115165164112220812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/115165164112220812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115165164112220812' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-114546268104539352</id><published>2006-04-19T18:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:53:01.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A máscara de quem tu ésBastou um simples olhar para me sentir prisioneiro.E no instante seguinte já os teus lábios soltavam palavras que seduziam.A minha voz estremece a cada expressão que desenhasE os meus fonemas mais parecem diálogos mudos ou banais.Procuro-te uma e outra vez em busca de encantos e dissabores,Mas perdes-te na futilidade dos valores... nesses hábitos que vestes.E quase não me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/114546268104539352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/114546268104539352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114546268104539352' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-113323685210990883</id><published>2005-11-29T04:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:24:22.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> LongeNoites sem sono, à espera de um momento.Contempla-se o silêncio…tantas horas perdidas!Por momentos a ânsia domina o pensamento,Foge-nos a razão... São ideias  despidas…Agora o tempo parou. No meu mundo entramos só nós.O pudor fica lá fora. Agora estamos protegidos.Silencia-se a discórdia. Por fim estamos sós,Contemplando as diferenças… Despertamos os sentidos.Longe, muito longe… Para lá do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/113323685210990883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/113323685210990883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113323685210990883' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-113046609022135475</id><published>2005-10-28T02:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T04:38:42.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  Medindo o imensurável absurdo...   Será possível quantificar o próximos que já estivemos de algo? Quanto nos faltou para a loucura? Será que algum dia tocámos a felicidade com a ponta dos dedos? Tudo está tão perto e ao mesmo tempo tão longe...   Tudo está ao nosso alcance, mas quase sempre nos foge por entre as mãos. É </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/113046609022135475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/113046609022135475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113046609022135475' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-107773045542709721</id><published>2004-02-25T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T18:37:04.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PenélopeMais do que sonho: comoção!sinto-me tonto, enternecido,quando, de noite, as minhas mãossão o teu único vestido.E recompões com essa veste,que eu, sem saber, tinha tecido,todo o pudor que desfizestecomo uma teia sem sentido;todo o pudor que desfizestea meu pedido.Mas nesse manto que desfias,e que depois voltas a pôr,eu reconheço melhores diasdo nosso amor.               </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107773045542709721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107773045542709721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107773045542709721' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-107145154420311113</id><published>2003-12-15T02:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T02:27:08.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chemistry Overlaps EverythingI've taken a wizard's potion,tastes sweet and sourIt's warm and pleasant,I'm geting adiccted.What have I done to Me?I'm loosing self-control...!I'm being remotly guided,by its stronger power...What it is?where can I get more?IÂ´m feeling so good,so i don't care at all...!It surrounds me,now I feel fear and sad.It takes control of Myself,I cant get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107145154420311113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107145154420311113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107145154420311113' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-107133794629434240</id><published>2003-12-13T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:46:41.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FénixVerdade hoje, enigma outro dia...Misto de ansiedade e de calma.Estranho estado de alma,Deste que persegue a Alquimia.Abrigo de todos os segredos,Fonte de todas as ideias.Nunca procuras nem anseias...Alimentas todos os meus medos.Sorriso timido... olhar distante,             Que a ti me prendem firmemente.Da tua alma quero ser amante.Contigo levas o segredo, esse poder...Espírito livre e tão </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107133794629434240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107133794629434240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133794629434240' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174633.post-107108134823286399</id><published>2003-12-10T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T23:33:31.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porto SeguroSem barco, sem mar... ando à deriva,deambulando, com rumo incerto.Olhando o céu, no escuro da noite,sonhando... espero um sinal!Procuro uma pista remota que me ajude a construir o trilhoque conduz ao meu destino.Vou abrindo caminho, por entre os meus fantasmas...... gigantes adormecidos...!Será que tudo na vida é uma ilusão...?Tudo não passa de um sonho confuso...?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107108134823286399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174633/posts/default/107108134823286399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolimero.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108134823286399' title=''/><author><name>somoralebonscostumes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510999848268349059</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></entry></feed>
