<?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-9736272</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:08:56.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Pólo Norte</title><subtitle type='html'>Waldorf fugiu porque não aguentava mais a vida no estábulo do Pai Natal. A luzinha vermelha do Rudolph não o deixava dormir.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-5904968752743856285</id><published>2007-07-09T19:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:01:26.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me look at you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/761806926/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/761806926_3d49bdd7e1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/761806926/"&gt;DSCF1821&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ncurado/"&gt;ncurado&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-5904968752743856285?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5904968752743856285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=5904968752743856285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5904968752743856285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5904968752743856285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-me-look-at-you.html' title='Let me look at you...'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/761806926_3d49bdd7e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-7698205227033889988</id><published>2007-07-09T14:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:20:18.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/760513119/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1353/760513119_55af92822b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/760513119/"&gt;DSCF1712&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ncurado/"&gt;ncurado&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From childhood's hour I have not been&lt;br /&gt;As others were; I have not seen&lt;br /&gt;As others saw; I could not bring&lt;br /&gt;My passions from a common spring.&lt;br /&gt;From the same source I have not taken&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow; I could not awaken&lt;br /&gt;My heart to joy at the same tone;&lt;br /&gt;And all I loved, I loved alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then- in my childhood, in the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Of a most stormy life- was drawn&lt;br /&gt;From every depth of good and ill&lt;br /&gt;The mystery which binds me still:&lt;br /&gt;From the torrent, or the fountain,&lt;br /&gt;From the red cliff of the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;From the sun that round me rolled&lt;br /&gt;In its autumn tint of gold,&lt;br /&gt;From the lightning in the sky&lt;br /&gt;As it passed me flying by,&lt;br /&gt;From the thunder and the storm,&lt;br /&gt;And the cloud that took the form&lt;br /&gt;(When the rest of Heaven was blue)&lt;br /&gt;Of a demon in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-7698205227033889988?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7698205227033889988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=7698205227033889988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/7698205227033889988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/bite-bullet.html' title='Bite the bullet'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1084/615207312_232a9b0ff5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-7082204823604508443</id><published>2007-06-29T10:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:33:45.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of waiting</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I'm so tired&lt;br&gt; Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 53%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 48%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are intelligent, witty,&lt;br /&gt;a bit geeky and have great&lt;br /&gt;power and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/spidy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-5567476126071717031?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5567476126071717031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=5567476126071717031' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5567476126071717031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5567476126071717031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-728310251094873060</id><published>2007-05-10T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:55:26.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Nuit N'en Finit Plus</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Quand je ne dors pas&lt;br /&gt;La nuit se traîne&lt;br /&gt;La nuit n'en finit plus&lt;br /&gt;Et j'attends que quelque chose vienne&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne sais qui je ne sais quoi&lt;br /&gt;J'ai envie d'aimer, j'ai envie de vivre&lt;br /&gt;Malgré le vide de tout ce temps passé&lt;br /&gt;De tout ce temps gaché&lt;br /&gt;Et de tout ce temps perdu&lt;br /&gt;Dire qu'il y a tant d'êtres sur la terre&lt;br /&gt;Qui comme moi ce soir sont solitaires&lt;br /&gt;C'est triste à mourir&lt;br /&gt;Quel monde insensé&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais dormir et ne plus penser&lt;br /&gt;J'allume une cigarette&lt;br /&gt;J'ai des idées noires en tête&lt;br /&gt;Et la nuit me parait si longue, si longue, si longue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au loin parfois j'entends d'un bruit de pas&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un qui vient&lt;br /&gt;Mais tout s'éfface et puis c'est le silence&lt;br /&gt;La nuit ne finira donc pas&lt;br /&gt;La lune est bleue, il y a des jardins&lt;br /&gt;Des amoureux qui s'en vont main dans la main&lt;br /&gt;Et moi je suis là&lt;br /&gt;A pleurer sans savoir pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;A tourner comme une âme en peine&lt;br /&gt;Oui, seule avec moi-même&lt;br /&gt;A désirer quelqu'un que j'aime&lt;br /&gt;pas cette nuit, pas cette nuit&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne finira donc jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'ai trop le cafard&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais partir au hasard&lt;br /&gt;Partir au loin et dès le jour venu&lt;br /&gt;La nuit, oh la nuit n'en finit plus&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh, oh ! la nuit ne finit plus&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-728310251094873060?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/728310251094873060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=728310251094873060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/728310251094873060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/728310251094873060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-nuit-nen-finit-plus.html' title='La Nuit N&apos;en Finit Plus'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-8477026003876659654</id><published>2007-04-07T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:15:08.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A carta que nunca receberás</title><content type='html'>Olá miuda!&lt;br /&gt;   Sim, continuo a tratar-te assim e sabes bem que não é um tratamento especial, tanto podes ser tu como qualquer outra das que têm um lugar especial no meu coração. Desta vez escrevo-te para fazer uma queixa. Não é de algo que tenhas feito ou que não tenhas feito. É de algo que eu não tenho andado a fazer. Não te tenho escrito: seja por email, blog ou mesmo a antiquada carta. Não quer dizer que tenha perdido a tua morada, o que por acaso até acho que aconteceu, apesar de que se procurar com cuidado ainda a volto a encontrar. Apesar de ter a certeza que nunca teremos um amor sincronizado sempre achei que teremos algo dessincronizado; algo se vai acender no coração de um de nós quando o outro não estiver pronto e vice-versa. Será sempre bonito e uma bela amizade mas nunca teremos a coragem de enfrentar o que o coração nos mostra e a mente disfarça. Se calhar por isso não tens recebido mais palavras adocicadas da minha parte, isso e a perda da morada. Presumo que neste momento a tua onda seja diferente da minha e de certeza que a minha já é diferente. Acho que apenas escrevo porque neste momento a Páscoa vai ser passada sozinha, ao contrário de anos anteriores onde havia pelo menos a companhia da familia. Só me resta desejar uma boa páscoa; diverte-te com os chocolates, eu sei que não é assim tão dificl para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos congelados,&lt;br /&gt;do Polo Norte com muito carinho e de vez em quando algum amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-8477026003876659654?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8477026003876659654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=8477026003876659654' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/8477026003876659654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/8477026003876659654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/04/carta-que-nunca-recebers.html' title='A carta que nunca receberás'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-2251745917573572738</id><published>2007-03-25T23:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:59:54.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I will</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#660000" size="2"&gt;You're going through some growing pains. Taking chances with uncertain outcomes is becoming more and more attractive to you at work and play. You're tired of safe (read: boring) ruts. Good for you -- seize the day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-2251745917573572738?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2251745917573572738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=2251745917573572738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/2251745917573572738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/2251745917573572738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/03/maybe-i-will.html' title='Maybe I will'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-3958444261475310056</id><published>2007-03-01T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:20:03.028Z</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;In faith, i do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors&lt;br&gt;note; But &amp;#39;tis my heart that loves what they despise.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-3958444261475310056?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3958444261475310056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=3958444261475310056' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/3958444261475310056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/3958444261475310056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-502511275425000582</id><published>2007-02-18T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:41.939Z</updated><title type='text'>How You Doin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://todayspictures.slate.com/howyoudo/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wzj5ifbvdc/RdjVm9PIPVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R7bhjJOjqRw/s400/spy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033007448836291922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SEVILLE, Spain—Spanish model Celia Forner on a fashion shoot, 1988.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="mPhotographer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;             © Ferdinando Scianna / Magnum Photos&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-502511275425000582?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/502511275425000582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=502511275425000582' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/502511275425000582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/502511275425000582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-you-doin.html' title='How You Doin&apos;?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wzj5ifbvdc/RdjVm9PIPVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R7bhjJOjqRw/s72-c/spy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-4072553086375534642</id><published>2007-02-16T22:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:03:49.462Z</updated><title type='text'>Last saturday he was in charge (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/392378188/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/392378188_55134cb7c3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/392378188/"&gt;E no dia 26 vou ve-los outra vez a Manchester :D&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-4072553086375534642?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4072553086375534642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=4072553086375534642' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/4072553086375534642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/4072553086375534642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-saturday-he-was-in-charge-ii.html' title='Last saturday he was in charge (II)'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/392378188_55134cb7c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-5358687223979770557</id><published>2007-02-16T22:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:41:48.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Last saturday he was in charge (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/392378181/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/392378181_cd74f8aded_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/392378181/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-5358687223979770557?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5358687223979770557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=5358687223979770557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5358687223979770557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5358687223979770557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-saturday-he-was-in-charge-i.html' title='Last saturday he was in charge (I)'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/392378181_cd74f8aded_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-389706576525585804</id><published>2007-02-16T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:38:11.352Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's talk</title><content type='html'>Searching for nearby Zunes... None found.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for nearby Zunes... None found.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for nearby Zunes... "Lola" found. &lt;p&gt;Sending "Hello" by Lionel Richie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Hi There" by Killdozer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending "Do You Come Here Often?" by The Tornados Ridin' the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "I Get Around" by The Beach Boys&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns 'N' Roses&lt;br /&gt;Sending "What Brings You Here?" by Sandra Knight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Dateless Losers" by Reel Big Fish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "Come On" by Technotronic&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Bad Experience" by Juan Rogelo Camilon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "You Don't Say" by Pinhead Circus&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Long Story" by Rudy Mills&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "I Got Time" by Letters to Cleo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "My Ex" by The Jackys&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "We Had It All" by Willie Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Money" by Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Fame" by Irene Cara&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Diamonds" by Los Lonely Boys&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Minions" by Wild Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "The Six Million Dollar Sandwich" by The Dead Texan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "What Happened To You?" by The Offspring&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Love Died" by The Order&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "Let Me Guess" by Welcome to Florida&lt;br /&gt;Sending "Someone Else" by The Radio Dept.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "No" by De La Soul&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Science Fiction" by Ruffo&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Outer Space" by The Muffs&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Infatuation" by Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Movies" by Alient Ant Farm&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Merchandise" by Fugazi&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Little Dolls" by Ozzy Osbourne&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Life in Outer Space" by Grand Funk Railroad&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "He Didn't Care For Me" by The White Mountain Boys&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "Funny How Love Can Be" by Harpers Bizarre&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "I Don't Know How I Got By" by Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "I Freaked Out Like a Big Truck" by John Davis&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Total Nutcase" by A. Graham &amp;amp; The Moment Band&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Burning Down the House" by Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "I Made Love to a Martian" by Mustard Plug&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "I Did It For The Toys" by Dance Hall Crashers&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Freaks in Uniforms" by The HorrorPops&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Kill Them All" by The Upsetters&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "That's Not Nice To Say" by 2nd Chapter of Acts&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "I Don't Care" by Black Flag&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "I Don't Want To Care" by Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "This Much I Know" by Dwight Yoakam&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "I Like You" by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Why Don't We Get Drunk" by Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;Receiving "Let Me See Your Underwear" by Blow-up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending, "Hey, Wanna Throw Up? Get Me Naked" by Minus the Bear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Strip" by Adam Ant&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "I Can't" by Sammie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Tell Me Why" by Neil Young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "Chewbacca's On My Underwear" by Rutherford B. Hayes is Dead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Do You Hear What I Hear?" by Bing Crosby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "What?" by Soft Cell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "The Breakup Song" by American Hi-Fi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sending "Please Don't Go" by Double You&lt;br /&gt;Sending "I Don't Want To Lose You" by REO Speedwagon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Receiving "Bozo Weirdo Wacko Creep" by David Baerwald&lt;/p&gt; Playing "Alone Again (Naturally)" by Gilbert O'Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2007/02/14/switched-on-radar-love/"&gt;http://www.engadget.com/2007/02/14/switched-on-radar-love/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-389706576525585804?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/389706576525585804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=389706576525585804' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/389706576525585804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/389706576525585804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-talk.html' title='Valentine&apos;s talk'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-1916752171735086011</id><published>2007-02-15T09:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:00:36.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas de ontem</title><content type='html'>Searching for nearby Zunes... None found.&lt;br&gt;Searching for nearby Zunes... None found.&lt;br&gt;Searching for nearby Zunes... &amp;quot;Lola&amp;quot; found.&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Hello&amp;quot; by Lionel Richie&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Hi There&amp;quot; by Killdozer&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Do You Come Here Often?&amp;quot; by The Tornados Ridin&amp;#39; the Wind&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Get Around&amp;quot; by The Beach Boys&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Welcome To The Jungle&amp;quot; by Guns &amp;#39;N&amp;#39; Roses&lt;br&gt;Sending &amp;quot;What Brings You Here?&amp;quot; by Sandra Knight&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Dateless Losers&amp;quot; by Reel Big Fish&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Come On&amp;quot; by Technotronic&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Bad Experience&amp;quot; by Juan Rogelo Camilon&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;You Don&amp;#39;t Say&amp;quot; by Pinhead Circus&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Long Story&amp;quot; by Rudy Mills&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;I Got Time&amp;quot; by Letters to Cleo&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;My Ex&amp;quot; by The Jackys&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;We Had It All&amp;quot; by Willie Nelson&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Money&amp;quot; by Pink Floyd&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Fame&amp;quot; by Irene Cara&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Diamonds&amp;quot; by Los Lonely Boys&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Minions&amp;quot; by Wild Strawberries&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;The Six Million Dollar Sandwich&amp;quot; by The Dead Texan&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;What Happened To You?&amp;quot; by The Offspring&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Love Died&amp;quot; by The Order&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Let Me Guess&amp;quot; by Welcome to Florida&lt;br&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Someone Else&amp;quot; by The Radio Dept.&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;No&amp;quot; by De La Soul&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Science Fiction&amp;quot; by Ruffo&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Outer Space&amp;quot; by The Muffs&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Infatuation&amp;quot; by Rod Stewart&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Movies&amp;quot; by Alient Ant Farm&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Merchandise&amp;quot; by Fugazi&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Little Dolls&amp;quot; by Ozzy Osbourne&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Life in Outer Space&amp;quot; by Grand Funk Railroad&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;He Didn&amp;#39;t Care For Me&amp;quot; by The White Mountain Boys&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Funny How Love Can Be&amp;quot; by Harpers Bizarre&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Don&amp;#39;t Know How I Got By&amp;quot; by Edwin McCain&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Freaked Out Like a Big Truck&amp;quot; by John Davis&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Total Nutcase&amp;quot; by A. Graham &amp;amp; The Moment Band&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Burning Down the House&amp;quot; by Talking Heads&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Made Love to a Martian&amp;quot; by Mustard Plug&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Did It For The Toys&amp;quot; by Dance Hall Crashers&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Freaks in Uniforms&amp;quot; by The HorrorPops&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Kill Them All&amp;quot; by The Upsetters&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s Not Nice To Say&amp;quot; by 2nd Chapter of Acts&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Don&amp;#39;t Care&amp;quot; by Black Flag&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Don&amp;#39;t Want To Care&amp;quot; by Jessica Simpson&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;This Much I Know&amp;quot; by Dwight Yoakam&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;I Like You&amp;quot; by Morrissey&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Why Don&amp;#39;t We Get Drunk&amp;quot; by Jimmy Buffett&lt;br&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Let Me See Your Underwear&amp;quot; by Blow-up&lt;p&gt;Sending, &amp;quot;Hey, Wanna Throw Up? Get Me Naked&amp;quot; by Minus the Bear&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Strip&amp;quot; by Adam Ant&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;I Can&amp;#39;t&amp;quot; by Sammie&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Tell Me Why&amp;quot; by Neil Young&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Chewbacca&amp;#39;s On My Underwear&amp;quot; by Rutherford B. Hayes is Dead&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Do You Hear What I Hear?&amp;quot; by Bing Crosby&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; by Soft Cell&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;The Breakup Song&amp;quot; by American Hi-Fi&lt;p&gt;Sending &amp;quot;Please Don&amp;#39;t Go&amp;quot; by Double You&lt;br&gt;Sending &amp;quot;I Don&amp;#39;t Want To Lose You&amp;quot; by REO Speedwagon&lt;p&gt;Receiving &amp;quot;Bozo Weirdo Wacko Creep&amp;quot; by David Baerwald&lt;p&gt;Playing &amp;quot;Alone Again (Naturally)&amp;quot; by Gilbert O&amp;#39;Sullivan&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2007/02/14/switched-on-radar-love/"&gt;http://www.engadget.com/2007/02/14/switched-on-radar-love/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-1916752171735086011?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1916752171735086011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=1916752171735086011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/1916752171735086011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/1916752171735086011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/02/conversas-de-ontem.html' title='Conversas de ontem'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-3224055701121817125</id><published>2007-01-29T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:01:28.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Can you explain why I feel the opposite?</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Time is on your side today -- finally! After a long period of feeling as though you had no control over your own calendar, you're back in charge. And now that you are, the first thing you should schedule for yourself is some alone time. You need to check out, recharge your batteries and refocus on keeping a healthy state of mind. There are a few open dates coming up -- why not fill them with a brief vacation, a spa day or a day spent cuddled up with a great book?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-3224055701121817125?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3224055701121817125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=3224055701121817125' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/3224055701121817125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/3224055701121817125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/can-you-explain-why-i-feel-opposite.html' title='Can you explain why I feel the opposite?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-8551850340729141545</id><published>2007-01-28T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:55:23.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Hibernar</title><content type='html'>Nao, nao e do frio! Hoje apetecia-me simplesmente hibernar. Voltaria a acordar quando achasse que a vida fosse mais simples. Talvez no verao! A vida parece sempre mais facil quando estamos de a aproveitar o calor numa bela praia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-8551850340729141545?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8551850340729141545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=8551850340729141545' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/8551850340729141545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/8551850340729141545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/hibernar.html' title='Hibernar'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-3662386921768998356</id><published>2007-01-25T17:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:02:56.874Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you want me to lit you?</title><content type='html'>You&amp;#39;ve got enough energy to power a city, so now the question is, what are you&lt;br&gt;going to do with it all? Why, anything you darned well please, of course! A&lt;br&gt;million things catch (and keep) your fancy these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-3662386921768998356?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3662386921768998356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=3662386921768998356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/3662386921768998356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/3662386921768998356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-want-me-to-lit-you.html' title='Do you want me to lit you?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-6660775414263762003</id><published>2007-01-24T22:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:20:41.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/368379687/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/368379687_f4e4b02486_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ncurado/368379687/"&gt;DSCF1341&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ncurado/"&gt;ncurado&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;will you roll in the snow with me?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-6660775414263762003?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6660775414263762003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=6660775414263762003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/6660775414263762003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/6660775414263762003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-falling.html' title='Snow falling'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/368379687_f4e4b02486_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-1297445780765272035</id><published>2007-01-23T19:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:20:58.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;The stars are calling in some cosmic  markers you gave them a while ago. They're not charging interest, but they are  saying that it's time to pay up. Remember those resolutions you made to clean up  your act and help others?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-1297445780765272035?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1297445780765272035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=1297445780765272035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/1297445780765272035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/1297445780765272035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-7102980635216200263</id><published>2007-01-14T18:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:01:59.211Z</updated><title type='text'>Crystal clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You only need to know a few things to bring about the highest and best in this life. One of them is to be honest and be kind. A simple answer may not always have simple applications, but you'll see how the principles work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-7102980635216200263?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7102980635216200263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=7102980635216200263' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/7102980635216200263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/7102980635216200263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/crystal-clear.html' title='Crystal clear'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-7374044943114670966</id><published>2007-01-05T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:11:09.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>Limits are an artist's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Frank Lloyd Wright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-7374044943114670966?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7374044943114670966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=7374044943114670966' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/7374044943114670966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/7374044943114670966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-6009657122881953657</id><published>2007-01-03T05:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:42.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Did I knew you before?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/17114263/?qo=125&amp;q=forgetting&amp;amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wzj5ifbvdc/RZs_Wjjae1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-MFecQkDa2g/s400/forgetting_you_by_sh4hid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015672266740628306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-6009657122881953657?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6009657122881953657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=6009657122881953657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/6009657122881953657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/6009657122881953657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-i-knew-you-before.html' title='Did I knew you before?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wzj5ifbvdc/RZs_Wjjae1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-MFecQkDa2g/s72-c/forgetting_you_by_sh4hid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-5903077820179715352</id><published>2007-01-03T05:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:22:42.474Z</updated><title type='text'>You keep forgetting something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32581538/?qo=2&amp;q=forgetting&amp;amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wzj5ifbvdc/RZs-sDjae0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EA1vVuT8b7M/s400/You_re_forgetting_something____by_hoshijin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015671536596187970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-5903077820179715352?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5903077820179715352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=5903077820179715352' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5903077820179715352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/5903077820179715352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-keep-forgetting-something.html' title='You keep forgetting something'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wzj5ifbvdc/RZs-sDjae0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EA1vVuT8b7M/s72-c/You_re_forgetting_something____by_hoshijin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-8922117951961974992</id><published>2007-01-02T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:25:08.881Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideias</title><content type='html'>Estava no outro dia a ler este &lt;a href="http://blog.creativethink.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, mais exactamente uns artigos sobre como a &lt;a href="http://blog.creativethink.com/2006/12/hungry_intellig.html"&gt;fome nos faz mais abertos ao conhecimento&lt;/a&gt; e outro sobre quais são as &lt;a href="http://blog.creativethink.com/2006/12/discover_your_o.html"&gt;condições que nos fazem ser creativos ou que nos limitam&lt;/a&gt;. Comecei a pensar no que é que me faz ser creativo e cheguei a umas conclusões semelhantes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sou criativo sobre pressão. Nada como ter de resolver um assunto em cima da hora quando já quase não há tempo. Já me aconteceu estar a preparar-me para ir para casa e ter de resolver um assunto qualquer em cima da hora, até agora quase nunca falhou.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A teimosia por vezes bloqueia-me a creatividade. Seja por estar com uma primeira ideia na cabeça ou por simplesmente estar convencido que há qualquer coisa de errado na ideia que me estão a apresentar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muitas vezes as ideias morrem sem lhes dar seguimento. Por falta de tempo, organização ou simplesmente por preguiça. As ideias surgem e vão embora porque a aponto para mais tarde lidar com ela.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-8922117951961974992?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8922117951961974992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=8922117951961974992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/8922117951961974992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/8922117951961974992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/ideias.html' title='Ideias'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-250285041708791083</id><published>2007-01-02T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:10:41.800Z</updated><title type='text'>What is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Discovery consists of looking at the same thing as everyone else and thinking something different.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Szent-Gy%C3%B6rgyi"&gt;Albert Szent-Gyorgyi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-250285041708791083?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/250285041708791083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=250285041708791083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/250285041708791083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/250285041708791083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is.html' title='What is...'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-884904809343262917</id><published>2006-12-27T05:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T05:35:00.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Do I need an ulcer?</title><content type='html'>Sit back and enjoy the ride instead of looking for the next pothole. Eternal vigilance isn't the price of freedom -- sometimes it's the cause of an ulcer. Ever hear the phrase 'self-fulfilling prophecy'? Live a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-884904809343262917?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/884904809343262917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=884904809343262917' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/884904809343262917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/884904809343262917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-i-need-ulcer.html' title='Do I need an ulcer?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116670923162875917</id><published>2006-12-21T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:53:51.646Z</updated><title type='text'>A reserva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4060/722/1600/901685/reserva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4060/722/400/535749/reserva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116670923162875917?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116670923162875917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116670923162875917' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116670923162875917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116670923162875917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/12/reserva.html' title='A reserva'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116670382143194308</id><published>2006-12-21T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:23:41.433Z</updated><title type='text'>O que ela me diz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4060/722/1600/859968/ela-diz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4060/722/320/942951/ela-diz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116670382143194308?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116670382143194308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116670382143194308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116670382143194308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116670382143194308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-que-ela-me-diz.html' title='O que ela me diz'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116670376336730057</id><published>2006-12-21T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:22:43.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Só pode ser amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4060/722/1600/891850/amo-te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4060/722/320/2648/amo-te.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116670376336730057?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116670376336730057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116670376336730057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116670376336730057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116670376336730057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/12/s-pode-ser-amor.html' title='Só pode ser amor'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116623540113996766</id><published>2006-12-16T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T02:17:04.526Z</updated><title type='text'>É só mudar....</title><content type='html'>Reevaluating your goals is a great idea. If you put your life under the microscope, you may not necessarily like everything you see, but the good news is that you have the power to change anything you're not crazy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais certo é impossivel. Agora a questão para o milhão: Aonde é que eu vou buscar energias para isso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116623540113996766?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116623540113996766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116623540113996766' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116623540113996766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116623540113996766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/12/s-mudar.html' title='É só mudar....'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116557727934976960</id><published>2006-12-08T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:27:59.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#00ccff" size="2"&gt;The only limit is your imagination, so dream as big as you can. Put aside any and all self-criticism and let your mind roam. The one word that's completely not allowed right now? Impossible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116557727934976960?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116557727934976960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116557727934976960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116557727934976960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116557727934976960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreaming-awake.html' title='Dreaming awake'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116420459282134705</id><published>2006-11-22T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:09:52.960Z</updated><title type='text'>You know who you are:</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#660000" size="2"&gt;Worried that your goal isn't within your immediate sight? Never fear! Nothing can stop you now. If you meet with an obstacle, you'll simply find a way to climb right over it. Just keep moving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116420459282134705?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116420459282134705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116420459282134705' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116420459282134705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116420459282134705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You know who you are:'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116378932121022270</id><published>2006-11-17T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:48:41.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Make a point to remember:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never feel safe with the women you love&lt;/span&gt;, for a woman's nature conceals more dangers than you think. Women are neither as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; as their admireres and defenders would have have it nor as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; as their enemies make them out to be. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A women's character is her lack of character&lt;/span&gt;. The best woman sinks momentarily into filth, the worst woman rises unexpectedly to great good deeds, putting her despiters to shame. No woman is so good or so evil as not to be capable at any moment of both the most diabolical and most devine, both th foulest and the purest thoughts, feelings, actions. Despite all progress of civilization, women have remained exactly as they emerged from the hand of Nature. A woman has the character of a savage, who acts loyal or disloyal, generous or gruesome, depending on whatever impulse happens to rule her at the moment. In all times, only deep and earnest formation has created the moral character. Thus, a man, no matter how selfish, how malevolent he may be, always follows &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;principles&lt;/span&gt;, while a woman always follows &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;impulses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Never forget and never feel safe with the woman you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Leopold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116378932121022270?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116378932121022270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116378932121022270' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116378932121022270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116378932121022270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/11/make-point-to-remember.html' title='Make a point to remember:'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116312958939857266</id><published>2006-11-10T03:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T03:33:09.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Where?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, &amp;quot;Where have I gone wrong?&amp;quot;/ Then a voice says to me, &amp;quot;This is going to take more than one night.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;  - Charles M. Schulz&lt;br /&gt;&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/9736272-116312958939857266?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116312958939857266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116312958939857266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116312958939857266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116312958939857266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/11/where.html' title='Where?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-116169582569074373</id><published>2006-10-24T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:17:05.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sabendo que o passado e passado ha momentos que nao me importava de experimentar outra vez. Pessoas e situacoes que, espero eu, voltariam a ter um sabor especial mesmo que nao fosse o mesmo. Faz sentido?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-116169582569074373?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/116169582569074373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=116169582569074373' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116169582569074373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/116169582569074373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/10/sabendo-que-o-passado-e-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115913725259901563</id><published>2006-09-24T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:34:12.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como e que sabiam que eu ia viajar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quickie:&lt;/b&gt; Today, like many days, you should focus on the journey -- not just the destination.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-115913725259901563?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115913725259901563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115913725259901563' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115913725259901563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115913725259901563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/09/como-e-que-sabiam-que-eu-ia-viajar.html' title='Como e que sabiam que eu ia viajar?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115842583222067196</id><published>2006-09-16T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:57:12.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Must Get Hurt</title><content type='html'>Please don't touch me, I've come to far to let you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;He's thinks that I'm easy but try as you might you can't have me now&lt;br /&gt;These tedious dances we run through but I've memorized them now&lt;br /&gt;I quietly melt down and consent to you if only just to bawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stare through you and I stand quite still&lt;br /&gt;And a alarm sounds just up the road&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you'd like some company but I can't fix you and you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call for the witness, present the facts right down to the little things&lt;br /&gt;They say the heart is resilient, in black and white you swore there'd be no strings&lt;br /&gt;I sneak out the back door, but the gavel strikes&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear you cry, under the sound of my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;This time they will be no long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stare through you and I stand quite still&lt;br /&gt;And a alarm sounds just up the road&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you'd like some sympathy but I can't fix you and you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I trust you? How could you need me now?&lt;br /&gt;Its getting to be so cold, old&lt;br /&gt;The decision is in that I won't break&lt;br /&gt;You cut and you run with our lives at stake&lt;br /&gt;Well, someone might get hurt and it won't be me&lt;br /&gt;The decision is in there will be no fight&lt;br /&gt;It might sound cold but I know its right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someone must get hurt and it won't be me&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she wants revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-115842583222067196?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115842583222067196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115842583222067196' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115842583222067196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115842583222067196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/09/someone-must-get-hurt.html' title='Someone Must Get Hurt'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115834954727069155</id><published>2006-09-15T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:45:47.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrone street</title><content type='html'>Walk with me to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-115834954727069155?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115834954727069155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115834954727069155' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115834954727069155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115834954727069155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/09/tyrone-street.html' title='Tyrone street'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115805542829575237</id><published>2006-09-12T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:03:48.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quioto</title><content type='html'>O Governo quer atingir as metas de Quioto e concordo com isso. Mas mais uma vez vamos pelo caminho errado, pelo menos se apenas ligarmos a uma noticia hoje dada pelo Publico: &amp;quot;Governo português defende penalização do transporte individual&amp;quot;. Porque que e que nao pode ser &amp;quot;Governo decide investir mais nos transportes publicos e ao mesmo tempo penalizar o transporte individual&amp;quot;?&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/9736272-115805542829575237?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115805542829575237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115805542829575237' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115805542829575237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115805542829575237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/09/quioto.html' title='Quioto'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115762132371279426</id><published>2006-09-07T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:28:43.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" color="#660000" size="2"&gt;You know the connection is there, so why isn't it happening? Sometimes it's just not meant to be. Think of it as the universe's way of providing protection. If it's not meant to happen, you can't make it so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-115762132371279426?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115762132371279426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115762132371279426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115762132371279426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115762132371279426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-truth.html' title='Big truth'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115513393090667749</id><published>2006-08-09T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:32:11.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Fala-me da magia do teu toque. Porque esperas ainda num lugar exotico? Minha doce princesa, infelizmente nao esperas por mim. Esperas por ti propria, esperas que a tua inercia ultrapasse os teus medos. Preferes esperar a procurar e fazes isso longe, num lugar exotico. Princesa, tinhas tudo para o ser menos uma coisa. Nao tinhas a paciencia nem eu a arte. Momentos eroticos sem ser num lugar exotico... Tambem sonhas?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-115513393090667749?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115513393090667749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115513393090667749' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115513393090667749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115513393090667749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/08/espera.html' title='A espera'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115369640210659796</id><published>2006-07-24T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:13:22.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido</title><content type='html'>Já não faz sentido falar com o mundo. Volto quando o descobrir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-115369640210659796?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115369640210659796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115369640210659796' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115369640210659796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115369640210659796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/07/sentido.html' title='Sentido'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-115148437235517784</id><published>2006-06-28T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T09:50:50.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E mesmo assim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Desinteressante, superficial, chato? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-115148437235517784?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/115148437235517784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=115148437235517784' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115148437235517784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/115148437235517784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/06/e-mesmo-assim.html' title='E mesmo assim?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114967104138614376</id><published>2006-06-07T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:04:01.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love don’t make things nice, it ruins everything! It breaks your heart, it makes things a mess. We’re not here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect, stars are perfect. Not us! Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and— and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and— and die! I mean, the storybooks are bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A personagem Ronny Cammareri no filme &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093565/"&gt;Moonstruck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114967104138614376?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114967104138614376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114967104138614376' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114967104138614376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114967104138614376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114951160974514894</id><published>2006-06-05T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:46:49.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You will find me drinking ginIn the lowest kind of inn,Because I am a rigid Vegetarian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- G.K. Chesterton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114951160974514894?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114951160974514894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114951160974514894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114951160974514894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114951160974514894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114892589424035972</id><published>2006-05-29T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:04:54.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke - Chuck Palahniuk (excerpto I)</title><content type='html'>In the women's room, Nico pulls me down onto the cold tile and squats over my hips, digging me out of my pants. With her other hand, Nico cups the back of my neck and pulls my face, my open mouth, into hers. Her tongue wrestling against my tongue, she's wetting the head of my dog with the pad of her thumb. She's pushing my jeans down off my hips. She lifts the hem of her dress in a curtsey with her eyes closed and her head tilted a little back. She settles her pubes hard against my pubes and says something against the side of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Up and then down. Riding her guts tight around the length of me. Pistoning up and then slamming down. Pushing off against my thighs, the muscles in her arms get bigger and bigger. My thighs under each of her hands go numb and white.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The story is that sex addicts become dependent on a body chemistry created by constant sex. Orgasms flood the body with endorphins that kill pain and tranquilize you. Sex addicts are really addicted to the endorphins, not the sex. Sex addicts have lower natural levels of monoamine oxidase. Sex addicts really crave the peptide phenylethylamine that might be triggered by danger, by infatuation, by risk and fear.&lt;br /&gt;For a sex addict, your tits, your dick, your clit or tongue or asshole is a shot of heroin, always there, always ready to use. Nico and I love each other as much as any junkie loves his fix.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The problem with sex is the same as with any addiction. You're always recovering. You're always backsliding. Acting out. Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against. All these people who say they want a life free from sexual compulsion, I mean forget it. I mean, what could ever be better than sex?&lt;br /&gt;For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose . . . watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut-hosing orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;Painting a picture, composing an opera, that's just something you do until you find the next willing piece of ass.&lt;br /&gt;The minute something better than sex comes along, you call me. Have me paged.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;In the women's room, inside Nico, I cross my arms behind my head.&lt;br /&gt;For the next I don't know how long, I've got no problems in the world. No mother. No medical bills. No shitty museum job. No jerk-off best friend. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;To make it last, to keep from triggering, I tell Nice's flowered backside how beautiful she is, how sweet she is and how much I need her. Her skin and hair. To make it last. Because this is the only time I can say it. Because the moment this is over, we'll hate each other. The moment we find ourselves cold and sweating on the bathroom floor, the moment after we both come, we won't want to even look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;These are the only few minutes I can be human.&lt;br /&gt;Just for these minutes, I don't feel lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114892589424035972?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114892589424035972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114892589424035972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114892589424035972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114892589424035972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/choke-chuck-palahniuk-excerpto-i.html' title='Choke - Chuck Palahniuk (excerpto I)'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114890700613927633</id><published>2006-05-29T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:50:06.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Shyness can be charming, but a new  person in your life needs a little more encouragement if you want them to stick  around -- and you definitely want them to stick around. Speak up. Make eye  contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114890700613927633?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114890700613927633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114890700613927633' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114890700613927633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114890700613927633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-now.html' title='And now?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114889944857298491</id><published>2006-05-29T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:44:08.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Então a minha letra diz isto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A inclinação de sua letra mostra que você é uma pessoa que demonstra um certo grau de instabilidade emocional no convívio social e parece ser bastante indecisa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A ligação de sua letra revela raciocínio lógico, dinamismo, método e uma tendência à rotinas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A direção de sua letra indica optimismo, criatividade e impulsividade na realização das tarefas quotidianas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A pressão de sua escrita sinaliza um gasto pequeno de energia nas suas tarefas diárias. uma economia de energia nas suas tarefas diárias. Diz também de seu bom gosto, sensibilidade, e de sua facilidade em sucumbir ao cansaço físico e mental.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;As áreas valorizadas na sua escrita destacam vigor físico e sexual que se reflectem na grande habilidade de expressão corporal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A forma de sua letra demonstra conservadorismo, formalidade e uma certa frieza em seus relacionamentos sociais. Tende a esconder sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Se quiseres saber o que a tua letra diz acerca de ti segue o &lt;a href="http://istoe.terra.com.br/istoedinamica/testes/grafologia/index.asp"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114889944857298491?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114889944857298491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114889944857298491' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114889944857298491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114889944857298491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/ento-minha-letra-diz-isto.html' title='Então a minha letra diz isto?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114886832687439735</id><published>2006-05-29T03:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T03:05:26.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Infelizmente já foi</title><content type='html'>É por uma boa causa. Quem quer &lt;a href="http://www.masturbate-a-thon.com/"&gt;participar&lt;/a&gt; para o ano?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114886832687439735?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114886832687439735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114886832687439735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114886832687439735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114886832687439735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/infelizmente-j-foi.html' title='Infelizmente já foi'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114816620053092704</id><published>2006-05-21T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:03:28.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of waiting for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uFAKfZrhvU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uFAKfZrhvU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;I had nobody till I met you&lt;br /&gt;But you keep-a me waiting&lt;br /&gt;All of the time&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your life&lt;br /&gt;And you can do what you want&lt;br /&gt;Do what you like&lt;br /&gt;But please dont keep-a me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Please dont keep-a me waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause Im so tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;I had nobody till I met you&lt;br /&gt;But you keep-a me waiting&lt;br /&gt;All of the time&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your life&lt;br /&gt;And you can do what you want&lt;br /&gt;Do what you like&lt;br /&gt;But please dont keep-a me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Please dont keep-a me waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause Im so tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114816620053092704?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114816620053092704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114816620053092704' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114816620053092704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114816620053092704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired-of-waiting-for-you.html' title='Tired of waiting for you'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114739175855585784</id><published>2006-05-12T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:55:58.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I wish upon a star that some people would not look so afar,&lt;br /&gt;I wish upon a star that I could still feel you near,&lt;br /&gt;I wish upon a star that I could drink without thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could enjoy the whole full new life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114739175855585784?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114739175855585784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114739175855585784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114739175855585784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114739175855585784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114730566042344002</id><published>2006-05-11T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:01:00.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the mood for love</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood for love simply because you're near me&lt;br /&gt;Funny but when you're near me, I'm in the mood for love.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is in your eyes, bright as the stars we're under,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it any wonder, I'm in the mood for love.&lt;br /&gt;Why stop to think of whether this little dream might fade,&lt;br /&gt;We put our hearts together - now we are one, I'm not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a cloud above, if it should rain, we'll let it.&lt;br /&gt;But for tonight forget it, I'm in the mood for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114730566042344002?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114730566042344002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114730566042344002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114730566042344002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114730566042344002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-in-mood-for-love.html' title='I&apos;m in the mood for love'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114712547694211967</id><published>2006-05-08T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:57:56.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>music please</title><content type='html'>Por vezes parece que a minha vida e um grande musical. Tenho montes de recordacoes associadas a musicas. Quando estou sozinho, quando quero recordar, por vezes so por ouvir... basta uns acordes e de repente comeco a ver caras, corpos, accoes. Historias do passado antigo ou recente. Mesmo com as marcas que algumas deixaram nao me importava de as repetir. E acho que e isso que faco cada vez que sinto estas vibracoes a penetrarem-me no cerbero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114712547694211967?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114712547694211967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114712547694211967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114712547694211967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114712547694211967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-please.html' title='music please'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114712499029227908</id><published>2006-05-08T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:49:56.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Antony &amp; The Johnsons - You're my sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mudei de opiniao. Passei a gostar deste gajo. Mas so desta musica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-NziGE6DVY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-NziGE6DVY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sister, we were born&lt;br /&gt;So innocent, so full of need&lt;br /&gt;There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid of the night&lt;br /&gt;You seemed to move through the places that I feared&lt;br /&gt;You lived inside my world so softly&lt;br /&gt;Protected only by the kindness of your nature&lt;br /&gt;You are my sister&lt;br /&gt;And I love you&lt;br /&gt;May all of your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;We felt so differently then&lt;br /&gt;So similar over the years&lt;br /&gt;The way we laugh the way we experience pain&lt;br /&gt;So many memories&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing left to gain from remembering&lt;br /&gt;Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know&lt;br /&gt;You are my sister&lt;br /&gt;And I love you&lt;br /&gt;May all of your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I want this for you&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna come true (gonna come true)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114712499029227908?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114712499029227908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114712499029227908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114712499029227908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114712499029227908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/antony-johnsons-youre-my-sister.html' title='Antony &amp; The Johnsons - You&apos;re my sister'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114702140227875172</id><published>2006-05-07T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:03:22.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O emigra</title><content type='html'>O emigrante já está no &lt;a href="http://oemigra.blogspot.com"&gt;ar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114702140227875172?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114702140227875172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114702140227875172' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114702140227875172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114702140227875172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-emigra.html' title='O emigra'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114696196434257224</id><published>2006-05-07T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:32:44.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane Lyrics</title><content type='html'>All my bags are packed&lt;br /&gt;Im ready to go&lt;br /&gt;Im standin here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin&lt;br /&gt;Its early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxis waitin&lt;br /&gt;Hes blowin his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already Im so lonesome&lt;br /&gt;I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that youll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like youll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres so many times Ive let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times Ive played around&lt;br /&gt;but I tell you baby, they dont mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that youll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like youll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill be on my way&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I wont have to leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times, I wont have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that youll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like youll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114696196434257224?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114696196434257224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114696196434257224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114696196434257224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114696196434257224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-leaving-on-jet-plane-lyrics.html' title='I&apos;m Leaving On A Jet Plane Lyrics'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114694760379945937</id><published>2006-05-06T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:33:23.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvida</title><content type='html'>Porque é que a maior parte de nós não consegue dizer o que realmente sentimos por elas? Amizades deixam-se cair no esquecimento por coisas destas. Quando são paixões conseguimos dizer, apesar de sabermos que as coisas poderão não correr como queremos. Mas com amizades supostamente devia ser diferente. Não há riscos. Será simplesmente por negligencia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114694760379945937?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114694760379945937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114694760379945937' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114694760379945937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114694760379945937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/duvida.html' title='Duvida'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114691462995737143</id><published>2006-05-06T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:23:49.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>Não tem havido novidades porque o acesso à internet tem sido muito limitado. Apenas no trabalho e lá não dá para andar a escrever no blog. Hoje consegui ligar-me a uma rede de um vizinho! Se isto aguentar durante todo o fim de semana espero conseguir colocar aqui umas quantas novidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114691462995737143?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114691462995737143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114691462995737143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114691462995737143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114691462995737143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/05/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114619266437999739</id><published>2006-04-28T03:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T03:51:04.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Overview:</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;You did the right thing -- really. While it never hurts to listen to what other people have to say, don't let their fears and anxieties pressure you into reneging on a decision that you know was correct.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114619266437999739?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114619266437999739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114619266437999739' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114619266437999739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114619266437999739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/overview.html' title='Overview:'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114597304696829188</id><published>2006-04-25T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:01:43.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazzy Star - Fade into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ul6bUxUAY7g"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ul6bUxUAY7g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold the hand inside you&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a breath that’s true&lt;br /&gt;I look to you and I see nothing&lt;br /&gt;I look to you to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;You live your life&lt;br /&gt;You go in shadows&lt;br /&gt;You’ll come apart and you’ll go black&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of night into your darkness&lt;br /&gt;Colors your eyes with what’s not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;Strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger’s light comes on slowly&lt;br /&gt;A stranger’s heart without a home&lt;br /&gt;You put your hands into your head&lt;br /&gt;And then smiles cover your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;Strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;Strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;Fade into you&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s strange you never knew&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s strange you never knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114597304696829188?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114597304696829188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114597304696829188' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114597304696829188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114597304696829188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/mazzy-star-fade-into-you.html' title='Mazzy Star - Fade into You'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114597244538694045</id><published>2006-04-25T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:40:45.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbios enigmáticos - XX</title><content type='html'>Vinte galinhas e um galo comem tanto como um cavalo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114597244538694045?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114597244538694045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114597244538694045' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114597244538694045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114597244538694045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/proverbios-enigmticos-xx.html' title='Proverbios enigmáticos - XX'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114583661949413486</id><published>2006-04-24T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:56:59.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbios enigmáticos - XIX</title><content type='html'>De amigo que não ralha e de faca que não talha, não me dês migalha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114583661949413486?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114583661949413486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114583661949413486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114583661949413486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114583661949413486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/proverbios-enigmticos-xix.html' title='Proverbios enigmáticos - XIX'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114583658743460840</id><published>2006-04-24T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:56:27.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbios enigmáticos - XVIII</title><content type='html'>As pulgas vêm com as favas e vão com as uvas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114583658743460840?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114583658743460840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114583658743460840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114583658743460840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114583658743460840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/proverbios-enigmticos-xviii.html' title='Proverbios enigmáticos - XVIII'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114561392054421175</id><published>2006-04-21T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:05:20.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbios enigmáticos - XVII</title><content type='html'>Uvas, pão e queijo, sabem a beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114561392054421175?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114561392054421175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114561392054421175' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114561392054421175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114561392054421175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/proverbios-enigmticos-xvii.html' title='Proverbios enigmáticos - XVII'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114556972003340113</id><published>2006-04-20T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:48:40.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNfWC4Sgkcs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNfWC4Sgkcs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is. sleeping is giving&lt;br /&gt;in, so lift those heavy eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;people say that you'll die faster than without water. but we know it's&lt;br /&gt;just a lie, scare your son and scare your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;people say that your dreams are the only things that save ya.&lt;br /&gt;come on baby in our dreams, we can live our misbehaviour.&lt;br /&gt;everytime you close your eyes lies, lies!&lt;br /&gt;people try and hide the night underneath the covers.&lt;br /&gt;people try and hide the light underneath the covers.&lt;br /&gt;come on hide your lovers underneath the covers.&lt;br /&gt;come on hide your lovers underneath the covers.&lt;br /&gt;hidin' from your brothers underneath the covers, come on hide your&lt;br /&gt;lovers underneath the covers.&lt;br /&gt;people say that you'll die faster than without water, but we know it's&lt;br /&gt;just a lie, scare your son, scare your daughter&lt;br /&gt;now here's the sun, it's alright! now here's the moon, it's alright!&lt;br /&gt;now here's the sun, it's alright! now here's the moon, it's alright!&lt;br /&gt;but everytime you close your eyes, lies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114556972003340113?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114556972003340113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114556972003340113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114556972003340113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114556972003340113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/arcade-fire-rebellion-lies.html' title='The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114556893627372565</id><published>2006-04-20T22:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:35:36.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nove meses</title><content type='html'>O tempo de uma vida. Foi esta a duração desta estadia pela capital. Nove meses com novas experiencias. Nove meses. Saio daqui com a sensação que vou nascer para uma nova vida, mas sem esquecer a antiga. Nove meses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114556893627372565?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114556893627372565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114556893627372565' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114556893627372565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114556893627372565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/nove-meses_20.html' title='Nove meses'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114527784096132652</id><published>2006-04-17T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:53:04.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LCD Soundsystem - Tribulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/58YvRWmz7-o"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/58YvRWmz7-o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Everybody makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but i feel alright when i come undone&lt;br /&gt;you are not making me wait&lt;br /&gt;but it seems alright as long as something's happening&lt;br /&gt;i try to make you late&lt;br /&gt;but you fighting me off like a fire does&lt;br /&gt;you try making me wait&lt;br /&gt;but it feels alright as long as something's happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your payments from the nation&lt;br /&gt;for your trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you try to make me wait&lt;br /&gt;you come around when it's come undone&lt;br /&gt;everybody makes you late&lt;br /&gt;and it's never you because you're always thinking&lt;br /&gt;i try making you wait&lt;br /&gt;and give you me some like you give it good&lt;br /&gt;everybody makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but it seems it's mine that always keep on stinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your payments from the nation&lt;br /&gt;for your trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you try making me wait&lt;br /&gt;but you come undone when you come undone&lt;br /&gt;everybody makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but it's always mine that seem to keep on sticking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your payments from the nation&lt;br /&gt;for your trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114527784096132652?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114527784096132652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114527784096132652' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114527784096132652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114527784096132652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/lcd-soundsystem-tribulations.html' title='LCD Soundsystem - Tribulations'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114475306483800992</id><published>2006-04-11T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:57:45.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Redenção</title><content type='html'>O que é que te aconteceu nos ultimos meses? Até podias andar calado quando havia demasiada gente à volta, mas sempre foste divertido. Porque é que socialmente te deixaste abater? És mais forte que isso! Resiste, volta a mostar mais o sorriso que tanta gente já te elogiou. Não quero que voltes ao mesmo. Já reparaste que és tu próprio que te afundas? Pensas demasiado. Não! Nem é isso. Pensa demasiado nas coisas erradas e pouco nas coisas certas. Hoje é outro dia. Volta ao normal porque qualquer dia já ninguem te atura certas conversas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114475306483800992?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114475306483800992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114475306483800992' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114475306483800992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114475306483800992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/redeno.html' title='Redenção'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114474578306187348</id><published>2006-04-11T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:56:23.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicalmente falando</title><content type='html'>Neste dia, em 1974, o 1º lugar do top inglês era ocupado pelo Terry Jacks com &lt;em&gt;“Seasons in the Sun”&lt;/em&gt;. Nos USA era o Elton John que dominava com &lt;em&gt;“Bennie and the Jets”&lt;/em&gt;. E em Portugal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114474578306187348?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114474578306187348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114474578306187348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114474578306187348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114474578306187348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/musicalmente-falando.html' title='Musicalmente falando'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114467478496946912</id><published>2006-04-10T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:13:05.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E é tão simples...</title><content type='html'>Aquele que age pode complicar a obtenção do que pretende.Aquele que agarra as coisas, perde-as.Quem é sábio não faz nada de errado porque não age.Não se prende a nada e, por isso, nunca perde nada.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tao Te Ching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114467478496946912?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114467478496946912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114467478496946912' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114467478496946912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114467478496946912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/e-to-simples.html' title='E é tão simples...'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114415573403253538</id><published>2006-04-04T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:27:47.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu!</title><content type='html'>Nunca esquecer! Somos o que somos, controlamos o que controlamos. Aqui não há espaço para a divina intervenção e ficar à espera dela é morrer na praia. Não é acontecer o que tem de acontecer mas fazer por acontecer. Na pior das hipoteses há apenas uma pessoa a puxar pelo caminho que quer. Se não consegue é porque houve resistência ou falha, de uma ou várias pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114415573403253538?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114415573403253538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114415573403253538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114415573403253538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114415573403253538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu.html' title='Eu!'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114372727332548623</id><published>2006-03-30T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:01:13.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could</title><content type='html'>Baby I’m crazy about your breasts without forgetting all the rest, baby you raise my temperature to hell, then you left me cold, out of control. If I could kiss you now, I would kiss you again and again. Then I would not know where I would begin and where you would end. Everything seems perfect until I have you in my mind. If I could...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114372727332548623?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114372727332548623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114372727332548623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114372727332548623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114372727332548623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-i-could.html' title='If I could'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114370920803002332</id><published>2006-03-30T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:00:08.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One way or another</title><content type='html'>One way or another I’m gonna loose you. One way or another I’m gonna see you go. One way or another I’ll have to let you go. This way or another I’ve already set you loose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114370920803002332?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114370920803002332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114370920803002332' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114370920803002332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114370920803002332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-way-or-another.html' title='One way or another'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114362442006206882</id><published>2006-03-29T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:27:00.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decidido</title><content type='html'>Está decidido! Ontem de manhã recusei a proposta da empresa irlandesa e pensei que tudo estaria resolvido. Expliquei-lhes que apesar da proposta de trabalho ser boa, financeiramente não me compensava ir. Ficava com o mesmo nível de vida, mas com um clima pior e num país estrangeiro. Mas não desistiram. Durante a tarde recebi outro telefonema deles com uma nova proposta financeira que já me convenceu a ir. Hoje de manhã já lhes telefonei a dizer que ia aceitar a proposta deles. Agora é só esperar o contrato para assinar e dia 2 de Maio lá estarei para começar. Parece-me que o blog vai ficar muito mais activo a partir dessa data.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114362442006206882?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114362442006206882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114362442006206882' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114362442006206882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114362442006206882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/decidido.html' title='Decidido'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114347645560715294</id><published>2006-03-27T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:20:55.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã ou Nunca!</title><content type='html'>E está feito. Já informei a minha empresa actual que tenho nas mãos uma proposta para ir para o estrangeiro. Deste ponto de partida posso estar em muitas posições diferentes em Maio. Posso estar em Belfast a trabalhar para a &lt;a href="http://www.amt-sybex.com/"&gt;AMT-Sybex&lt;/a&gt;, posso estar a receber e com uma posição diferente na empresa onde estou, posso estar a trabalhar para outra empresa de Lisboa que também me quer contratar ou posso estar desempregado e à procura de outra coisa qualquer. Desta vez não é &lt;em&gt;“que venha o diabo e escolha”&lt;/em&gt;. Definitivamente não quero a ultima opção. Mas das outras ainda não sei qual é que realmente quero. Amanhã é o dia da resposta final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114347645560715294?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114347645560715294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114347645560715294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114347645560715294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114347645560715294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/amanh-ou-nunca.html' title='Amanhã ou Nunca!'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114314811011501878</id><published>2006-03-23T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:08:30.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Belfast II</title><content type='html'>Cheira-me que poderá haver uma casa à disposição do pessoal lá para Maio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114314811011501878?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114314811011501878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114314811011501878' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114314811011501878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114314811011501878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/belfast-ii.html' title='Belfast II'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114313078672950556</id><published>2006-03-23T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:19:46.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Belfast I</title><content type='html'>Belfast faz-me lembrar Coimbra mas com mais frio e mais cabeças louras e ruivas. É uma cidade pequena mas com dois aerportos e muita industria. Ao que parece cheguei nos melhores dias até agora do ano. Têm estado sol embora o frio continue a apertar. Hoje já andei a passear de fato e a ter a primeira entrevista. Amanhã é dia de ir até Londonderry para mais duas. Como nem tudo são rosas a entrevista que mais me interessava foi cancelada. Descobri isso quando andava a passear no aeroporto de Gatwick à procura do avião que iria trazer até aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114313078672950556?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114313078672950556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114313078672950556' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114313078672950556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114313078672950556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/belfast-i.html' title='Belfast I'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114297683442732052</id><published>2006-03-21T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:33:54.453Z</updated><title type='text'>É agora?</title><content type='html'>Mala cheia de roupa para o frio, bilhetes na mão e ai vou eu. Com sorte vou poder dar novidades de aeroporto em aeroporto. Finalmente chegou o dia em que vou ver se realmente este é o meu sonho ou se estava errado. Nada de extraordinário. Uns dias a falar inglês com sotaque irlandes e pode ser que fique por lá. Frio, chuva mas umas terras verdejantes e a melhor cerveja do mundo. Grandes empresas. Organização, metodos novos. Acima de tudo um teste às minhas capacidades. Será que estou à altura? Penso que sim. Será que fico lá? Para já não interessa. O que interessa é que consigo ir lá testar-me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114297683442732052?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114297683442732052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114297683442732052' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114297683442732052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114297683442732052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/agora.html' title='É agora?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114233948389868769</id><published>2006-03-14T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:31:23.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Indiferença</title><content type='html'>Estava eu no outro dia a dizer a uma amiga que ultimamente ando indiferente a tudo. Excepto quando ELA (aquela, não a amiga) está presente ou eu sei que vai aparecer. Ai desperto para a vida e ganho novo folego. Sorrio, rio, falo, faço os outros rirem-se. Essa amiga disse que era uma coisa linda de dizer. Eu também acharia assim se fosse uma coisa correspondida. Não o sendo é apenas uma coisa triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114233948389868769?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114233948389868769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114233948389868769' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114233948389868769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114233948389868769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/indiferena.html' title='Indiferença'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114233802706941877</id><published>2006-03-14T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:07:07.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Musica e filmes</title><content type='html'>Ontem vi uma noticia em que se associava a quebra de quase 49% nas vendas de música em Portugal à pirataria. Depois uma pessoa ligada à justiça falava de ligações entre os piratas e a criminalidade organizada e mesmo redes terroristas. Quem a ouvisse até ficaria a pensar que quem faz downloads ilegais na internet anda a contribuir para a Al-Qaeda... O que eu acho que realmente acontece é que as pessoas estão a apertar os cordões no que não é essencial. Instaurou-se um clima de crise no pais e enquanto ele não desaparecer as pessoas preferem gastar os seus tostões no essencial e não no assessório. Claro que a dessiminação da internet e facilidade (para quem sabe) em arranjar as ultimas músicas e ultimos filmes não ajudam. E agora chega o outro ponto. Estamos em 2006. Eu lembro de em 2001 conseguir ir ao cinema e comprar CDs por metade do preço do que compro agora. Sinto que tenho mais poder de compra? Não! Acho perfeitamente natural que agora gaste metade do que gastava antes nestas coisas. O dinheiro não estica e afinal estamos em crise, não é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114233802706941877?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114233802706941877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114233802706941877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114233802706941877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114233802706941877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/musica-e-filmes.html' title='Musica e filmes'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114209784955141598</id><published>2006-03-11T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:24:09.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo motor</title><content type='html'>5000 suspiros por hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114209784955141598?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114209784955141598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114209784955141598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114209784955141598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114209784955141598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/novo-motor.html' title='Novo motor'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114199919676264466</id><published>2006-03-10T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:59:56.773Z</updated><title type='text'>How weird is this</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything feels good for you, even the weird interactions with exes who seem to be popping up lately. In fact, if you run into the right ex at the right time, you might start something new together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– Isto é estranho. Porque na verdade até tenho interagido com algumas delas. Inclusive uma com quem já não falava há quase um ano. Mas não vai haver nada de novo em lado nenhum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114199919676264466?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114199919676264466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114199919676264466' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114199919676264466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114199919676264466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-weird-is-this.html' title='How weird is this'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114193419460454822</id><published>2006-03-09T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:56:34.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Passando o tempo</title><content type='html'>Meia caixa de chocolate já e uma garrafa de vinho planeada depois do jantar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114193419460454822?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114193419460454822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114193419460454822' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114193419460454822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114193419460454822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/passando-o-tempo.html' title='Passando o tempo'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114190645985072327</id><published>2006-03-09T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:14:19.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Dar tempo ao tempo</title><content type='html'>No meu ponto de vista dar um tempo é igual a uma reforma antecipada. É uma retirada estratégica numa tentativa de não magoar demasiado o outro. Sabemos que o tempo tudo cura (ou não) e é mais fácil dizer que já não se vai a lado nenhum e é melhor dar um tempo. O resultado é o mesmo. Há sempre um lado que não sai magoado e um lado que sabe que acabou por ser simplesmente abandonado. Não por alguém mas por um conceito: dar um tempo. Depois surge sempre a dúvida: gentleman e encaro isto com uma superioridade inquestionável? Choramingas e passo o tempo a fazer-me de vitima? Casmurro e simplesmente afirmo que não desisto e tento fazer algo? Não é fácil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114190645985072327?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114190645985072327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114190645985072327' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114190645985072327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114190645985072327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/dar-tempo-ao-tempo.html' title='Dar tempo ao tempo'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114185069877341440</id><published>2006-03-08T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:44:58.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Londres anyone?</title><content type='html'>Domingo, 26 de Março na mitica Brixton Academy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tony Carreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;há excursões organizadas, quem quer ir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114185069877341440?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114185069877341440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114185069877341440' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114185069877341440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114185069877341440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/londres-anyone.html' title='Londres anyone?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114182647257009784</id><published>2006-03-08T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:01:12.596Z</updated><title type='text'>E a ovelha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#5e8ed0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um bombeiro do Arizona foi  preso na terça-feira na região de Phoenix (EUA) por ter sido surpreendido a ter  relações sexuais com uma ovelha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#000066;"&gt;LeRoy Johnson, de 52 anos, &lt;i&gt;namorava&lt;/i&gt; uma ovelha num rancho de  Mesa, quando o proprietário do animal o apanhou literalmente de calças na mão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#000066;"&gt;Alertado pela filha de que estava um homem a roubar os animais, Alan Goats  deu de caras com o subchefe dos bombeiros no seu celeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#000066;"&gt;Jonhson veio a ser preso mais tarde por invasão de propriedade e violação da  ordem pública.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in &lt;a href="http://diariodigital.sapo.pt/news.asp?section_id=13&amp;amp;id_news=218259"&gt;diário digital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114182647257009784?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114182647257009784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114182647257009784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114182647257009784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114182647257009784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/e-ovelha.html' title='E a ovelha?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114172864173280011</id><published>2006-03-07T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:50:41.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Flowers in December</title><content type='html'>Before I let you down again&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken everything out on you&lt;br /&gt;I only thought you could understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say everyman goes blind in his heart&lt;br /&gt;And they say everybody steals somebody’s heart away&lt;br /&gt;And I got nothing more to say about it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more than you would me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me your flowers, of your december&lt;br /&gt;Send me your dreams, of your candy wine&lt;br /&gt;I got just one thing I can’t give you&lt;br /&gt;Just one more thing of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say everyman goes blind in his heart&lt;br /&gt;They say everybody steals somebody’s heart away&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been wondering why you let me down&lt;br /&gt;And I been taking it all for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mazzy Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114172864173280011?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114172864173280011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114172864173280011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114172864173280011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114172864173280011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/flowers-in-december.html' title='Flowers in December'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114172471763309984</id><published>2006-03-07T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:45:17.676Z</updated><title type='text'>.ie</title><content type='html'>Tuesday is The day! Hoje a partir da uma durante 45m vai ser só falar inglês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114172471763309984?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114172471763309984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114172471763309984' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114172471763309984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114172471763309984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/ie.html' title='.ie'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114167976221691864</id><published>2006-03-06T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:16:02.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>Let me show you my desire all over your naked body. Twisting and turning like no other, stoping time like we did before. Let me drink you fears and tranform them. Twisting and turning into beatifull things. Let me ocupy your time with rainbow thoughts. Twisting and turning under my sheets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114167976221691864?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114167976221691864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114167976221691864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114167976221691864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114167976221691864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114157098068361942</id><published>2006-03-05T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:03:00.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Proverbios enigmáticos - XVI</title><content type='html'>O que uma amora tinge, outra verde destinge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114157098068361942?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114157098068361942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114157098068361942' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114157098068361942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114157098068361942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/proverbios-enigmticos-xvi.html' title='Proverbios enigmáticos - XVI'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114149963458293061</id><published>2006-03-04T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T19:13:54.656Z</updated><title type='text'>E resposta?</title><content type='html'>Há momentos estranhos. O que é que respondes quando alguem te diz: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Se eu pudesse escolher teria sido por ti que me teria apaixonado"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114149963458293061?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114149963458293061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114149963458293061' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114149963458293061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114149963458293061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/e-resposta.html' title='E resposta?'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114139568482838027</id><published>2006-03-03T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:21:24.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Conselhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pushing for an answer will get you one -- but not necessarily the one you were hoping for. It's a good time to practice patience and let things gestate on their own for a while. Your job now is to let things lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Há muito tempo que não recebia um conselho que achasse tão adequado à situação actual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114139568482838027?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114139568482838027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114139568482838027' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114139568482838027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114139568482838027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/conselhos.html' title='Conselhos'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114139457128388649</id><published>2006-03-03T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:02:51.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma</title><content type='html'>Soube hoje que estou na shorlist para um emprego em Dublin. Há que treinar o inglês mais umas horas e esperar pela entrevista telefónica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114139457128388649?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114139457128388649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114139457128388649' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114139457128388649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114139457128388649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/mais-uma.html' title='Mais uma'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114130531364897009</id><published>2006-03-02T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:15:13.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Aviso</title><content type='html'>O periodo de meditação está a acabar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114130531364897009?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114130531364897009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114130531364897009' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114130531364897009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114130531364897009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/03/aviso.html' title='Aviso'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114061111942412236</id><published>2006-02-22T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:25:19.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Baby baby is there no chance&lt;br /&gt;I can take you for the last dance&lt;br /&gt;All night long yeah I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;Now there'll be no hesitating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and pray that I'll find a way to say&lt;br /&gt;Can I dance with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114061111942412236?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114061111942412236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114061111942412236' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114061111942412236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114061111942412236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/02/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114056959169774363</id><published>2006-02-22T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:53:11.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Timing</title><content type='html'>Timing. É tudo uma questão de timing. Mudanças positivas estão para chegar. Pelo menos é o que vento me diz. E para quando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114056959169774363?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114056959169774363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114056959169774363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114056959169774363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114056959169774363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/02/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114052808784252740</id><published>2006-02-21T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:21:27.870Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>PLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;                    REWIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ERROR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114052808784252740?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114052808784252740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114052808784252740' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114052808784252740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114052808784252740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-114036557596420113</id><published>2006-02-19T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:12:56.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Time out</title><content type='html'>Como diz o &lt;a href="http://www.mickjagger.com/"&gt;poeta moderno&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/18/rolling_stones/you_cant_always_get_what_you_want.html"&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. É muito fácil perdermos o rumo durante algum tempo e acabar por fazermos os erros que já sabiamos que não podiamos cometer. Agora descansa-se, pensa-se (ou não) sobre o assunto e depois se decide o que fazer. Voltar à luta porque queremos com muita força ou deixamos passar porque queremos tanto que não podemos deixar de dar toda a liberdade. Felizmente ou infelizmente a minha presença é tão esporádica como tudo o que se passou. Ficam as memórias, a vontade de continuar e a vida. Fica um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"até já"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"até logo"&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"até nunca"&lt;/span&gt;. Logo decidiremos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-114036557596420113?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/114036557596420113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=114036557596420113' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114036557596420113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/114036557596420113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-out.html' title='Time out'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9736272.post-113940924476370818</id><published>2006-02-08T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:34:04.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não há passos divergentes para quem se quer encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"eternamente tu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jorge Palma&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9736272-113940924476370818?l=polonorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/feeds/113940924476370818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9736272&amp;postID=113940924476370818' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/113940924476370818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9736272/posts/default/113940924476370818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polonorte.blogspot.com/2006/02/inspirao-do-dia.html' title='Inspiração do dia'/><author><name>Waldorf, The Missing Reindeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00739129593725056900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img56.echo.cx/img56/9836/images2kl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
