<?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-3388115414118782870</id><updated>2012-01-01T18:12:17.169Z</updated><title type='text'>World Behind My Wall</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3484204553032343236</id><published>2012-01-01T17:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:12:17.180Z</updated><title type='text'>T/B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfygMxFeoA0/TwCf64RkDVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Kdp5M6gK9eg/s1600/tumblr_lws6h7oHQI1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692725762883587410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfygMxFeoA0/TwCf64RkDVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Kdp5M6gK9eg/s320/tumblr_lws6h7oHQI1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande passagem de ano! :) from all the crazy shit I did tonight, those will be the best memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3484204553032343236?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3484204553032343236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3484204553032343236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3484204553032343236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='T/B'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfygMxFeoA0/TwCf64RkDVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Kdp5M6gK9eg/s72-c/tumblr_lws6h7oHQI1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3360023277442352684</id><published>2011-12-29T17:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:15:45.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo, vida nova.</title><content type='html'>Provavelmente é devido à época natalícia, mas sinto que estou prestes a cometer uma loucura. Sei que da loucura em si não me vou arrepender, não mesmo, mas das consequências que ela vai trazer? Espero que não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all, you only live once right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3360023277442352684?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3360023277442352684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/ano-novo-vida-nova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3360023277442352684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3360023277442352684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano novo, vida nova.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6990975300721655443</id><published>2011-12-26T01:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:25:20.608Z</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um grande Natal que passou, tenho a dizer que se há boa coisa que tenho na minha vida é a minha familia, tanto do pai como da mãe, e dá sempre gosto estar com eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E com o Natal, chega o Ano Novo, que apesar de não me dizer muito, é sempre bom ter motivos para ter uma festa, nunca se diz que não a uma! Na minha opinião, este foi o ano mais produtivo em termos pessoais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que se estivermos juntos por um só objectivo, por muito dificil que ele seja, conseguimos alcançá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que há um mundo inteiro à minha espera e sem dúvida alguma que quero conhece-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que os sonhos são para se cumprir, passem 1, 2 ou 7 anos, se acreditarmos neles eles vão concretizar-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que segundas oportunidades, de facto, existem, mas merecê-las? É dificil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que cara bonita não significa coração bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que muitas vezes não sentimos saudades de uma pessoa, mas sim do que pensávamos que essa pessoa era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi não sabemos o quão forte somos até que a única opção que nos resta é ser forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que sentimento que volta é sentimento que nunca foi embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que temos que seguir em frente, seja de que maneira for, pois nada dói para sempre e o tempo cura tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que fugir dos meus problemas é uma corrida que nunca vencerei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que pedir desculpa nem sempre significa que errei, mas sim que valorizo mais a relação que o meu orgulho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano aprendi que a confiança demora anos a construir-se mas numa só noite é destruida e não há pior sentimento do que a desilusão, que a traição de uma confiança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012, não te peço milagres, peço-te que me ensines mais do que este ano me ensinou e acima de tudo, não me deixes esquecer o que aprendi até hoje! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boas entradas gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: FORÇA JOÃO M, VAIS GANHAR A CASA DOS SEGREDOS! ahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6990975300721655443?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6990975300721655443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6990975300721655443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6990975300721655443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4237760298732961166</id><published>2011-10-10T12:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:22:28.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(à) parte.</title><content type='html'>Tento  esquecer-te. Deixei de falar de ti e de dizer o teu nome, deixei de o  desenhar no espelho da casa de banho, quando do o vapor inunda todas as  superfícies. Em vez disso, tenho o coração embaciado de dúvidas e o  olhar desfocado pelo absurdo do teu silêncio, o olhar de quem  aprende a adaptar-se a uma luz desconhecida, a uma nova realidade. A minha cabeça está a explodir, tudo o que quero é abraçar-te e dizer que preciso de ti e que não me importo com o que aconteceu, que te perdoo por tudo. Mas não posso, um rio nunca corre duas vezes e a nossa vez já passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never going to be the same anymore and that's what is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4237760298732961166?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4237760298732961166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4237760298732961166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4237760298732961166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/parte.html' title='(à) parte.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-475869887470054381</id><published>2011-10-03T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:21:39.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(un)lovely words.</title><content type='html'>A mais doce e carinhosa ilusão; porque não deixei queimar tudo antes? Porque continuei eu a ter esperança em algo tão devastador? Agora queima, não só as memórias mas a mim também. Amei aquilo que não existia, detesto agora a parte em mim que, outrora, acreditou que eu realmente para ti valia. Ninguém disse que era fácil, mas também ninguém disse que iria ser assim tão difícil! O meu coração encontrava-se nas tuas mãos e tu nem sabias disso.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes, nem imaginas, as lágrimas que derramei, os sorrisos que desperdicei, os gritos que sufoquei, as pessoas que por ti contrariei, e as lutas constantes que por isso travei. Não sabes a saudade que mantive desde o nosso último olhar, e a esperança que mantive desde do teu ultimo amar. Não sabes nada disso, e não imaginas como ansiei estas as noites uma mensagem tua, um único sinal teu, pois eu apenas queria ver-te falar de novo para mim, sem discussões e confusões.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me mudar a minha mente, arrancar memórias, recordações, tirar o tudo e o todo ligado a nossos corações, naquele nosso passado, que provavelmente não será futuro. Mas é escusado, e isso deixa-me completamente farta, cansada, fatigada. Foi o teu olhar que me fez dissolver, o teu cheiro que me fez suspirar, o teu beijo que me drogou, o teu toque que me transformou e foste tu quem me remexeu o coração do avesso, da forma mais apaixonada, amada! Sabes o que é acordar com o teu cheiro infiltrado nos meus cabelos, no meu pescoço e em tudo em mim, como se tivesses pernoitado comigo noites afins? Era nas tuas palavras que adormecia e no teu abraço que me protegia, era nas tuas mãos que me segurava e no teu sorriso que me alegrava, era no teu corpo que sentia viva… Eras tudo quando eras meu. E fui tão feliz ao teu lado e tu parecias ao meu. Mas desististe. E quando o fizeste, obrigaste-me a desistir de ti mesmo quando eu tinha jurado que nunca o faria, mesmo depois de ter prometido que um dia serias meu. Fizeste-me desistir de algo que eu acreditava, de algo que para mim era real porque tu amaste-me, quando eu te amei. Desististe quando te pediram para não o fazeres, tu sabias que eu te amava. Era impossível não ver, toda a gente via. Levaste-me a pensar que nós podíamos resultar. E depois, desististe. Magoaste-me tanto naquela noite, sabes o quanto eu chorei por teres dito o que disseste e que o melhor era eu desistir de ti? Eu não desisto de nada, ou não desistia. Baralhaste-me mais do que eu já estava, magoaste-me mais do que eu já estava. Queria poder dizer que era um exagero dizer que me tinhas partido o coração, que era um exagero dizer que fizeste com que eu me perdesse por aí e não me encontrasse, que era um exagero dizer que fizeste com que eu chorasse. Mas não é exagero nenhum. Sinto que houve momentos em que o desejo falou mais alto que a paixão, e não quero crer que tivesse sido um falso amor composto somente de desejo. Mas não muda nada agora, tu continuas a estar marcado na minha pele e o teu nome gravado. São nas noites em que me sinto exausta só de pensar em ti que me ocorrem as palavras mais perdidas e desconhecidas para te dizer, com elas organizo discursos, escrevo textos, preencho algo inacabado, mas não sou capaz de pegar no telemóvel e ligar-te de imediato, nem sequer mandar-te uma simples mensagem a dizer tudo o que sinto, não sou capaz de dizer o que mereces ouvir, de ser o que foste comigo. Mas, com medo, guardo cada palavra dita por ti, no fundo do meu ser, guardo cada desgosto que me infligiste, mas simplesmente quero descobrir a razão de me dizeres “amo-te” e agora fazeres isto; fico na dúvida entre as tuas palavras acarinhadas e as tuas palavras desprezadas.&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, eu amo-te. Não te sei dizer porquê. Nem porque não. Mas sei, sinto que te amo. Que gosto de ti; não gosto de ti pelo teu corpo, nem pelos teus cabelos, nem pelos teus olhos. Gosto de ti porque gosto de ti. Gosto de ti, e não o sei explicar. Pelo conforto que me dás. Quando me abraças, quando me beijas, pelo que me fazes sentir, pelo que sou quando estou contigo. Não importa o que aconteça, vou continuar a lembrar-me dos teus braços e abraços, do teu riso e sorriso porque cada momento que estive contigo foi dos melhores dias e eu estava feliz, sabia que aquele era o meu lugar, onde era suposto eu estar. Se não me custasse tanto dizer que já não gosto de ti, eu dizia-o. Se não me custasse tanto dizer que desistia de ti, eu dizia-o. Mas por mais que tente eu não consigo dizê-lo! Não consigo dizer que não gosto de ti, porque eu te amo, não consigo dizer que vou desistir de ti, porque eu não consigo desistir. Talvez seja outro erro enorme, mas deixa-me cometê-lo. &lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me mostrar-te que quem errou foste tu ao desistires de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the end, sweet seven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: o que é que aconteceu com aquilo que conhecia de ti?  O “príncipe encantado” que tinha as palavras certas e o coração doce desapareceu, o rapaz mudado com juízo depois de ter sofrido também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cdc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-475869887470054381?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/475869887470054381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/unlovely-words_03.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/475869887470054381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/475869887470054381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/unlovely-words_03.html' title='(un)lovely words.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3946622379452437831</id><published>2011-10-02T22:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:57:08.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly away.</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna love you in no kind of way, I don't want a broken heart, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; play the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken hearted girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3946622379452437831?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3946622379452437831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/fly-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3946622379452437831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3946622379452437831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/fly-away.html' title='Fly away.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5735026824091209995</id><published>2011-09-24T02:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:08:57.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJrC2jCdMmU/Tn0tegrs_hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/cdp70zhJ5rQ/s1600/DSCN8621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJrC2jCdMmU/Tn0tegrs_hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/cdp70zhJ5rQ/s320/DSCN8621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655726709239774738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6YpOyJrIcY/Tn0teW8DYFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8CpezPawpKM/s1600/DSCN8617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6YpOyJrIcY/Tn0teW8DYFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8CpezPawpKM/s320/DSCN8617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655726706623995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLJs137tINQ/Tn0te_MM2sI/AAAAAAAAAfw/k6O5CYRnShI/s1600/DSCN8633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLJs137tINQ/Tn0te_MM2sI/AAAAAAAAAfw/k6O5CYRnShI/s320/DSCN8633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655726717429144258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me deu estas melhores amigas, deu-me tudo. &lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5735026824091209995?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5735026824091209995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/09/bff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5735026824091209995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5735026824091209995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/09/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJrC2jCdMmU/Tn0tegrs_hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/cdp70zhJ5rQ/s72-c/DSCN8621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6979656892123712585</id><published>2011-09-18T20:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:45:45.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laços</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acredites ou não, deixaste de ser um problema. Mas também não passaste a  ser uma solução. Estás aí e isso é certo; és alguma coisa. Agora, simplesmente  não sei o que é. E tu também não sabes. Mas acho que isso nem é o mais  importante, neste momento. O que me interessa mesmo é saber se queres  estar ou não queres. (...) Vou seguir para a frente e o resto deixo nas mãos do Tempo,  simplesmente porque já me cansei de sujar as minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6979656892123712585?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6979656892123712585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/09/lacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6979656892123712585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6979656892123712585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/09/lacos.html' title='Laços'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7552939448568868982</id><published>2011-08-11T19:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:15:20.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoomarine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p92bWY0yZOI/TkQbhVcTBvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FyMeSbG5MX8/s1600/Memories%2B239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p92bWY0yZOI/TkQbhVcTBvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FyMeSbG5MX8/s320/Memories%2B239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639662892880168690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the zoo, zoo marine. I got the zoo, zoo, I got the zoo, zoo, zoo marine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7552939448568868982?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7552939448568868982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/zoomarine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7552939448568868982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7552939448568868982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/zoomarine.html' title='Zoomarine'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p92bWY0yZOI/TkQbhVcTBvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FyMeSbG5MX8/s72-c/Memories%2B239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8627444298852711416</id><published>2011-08-09T14:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:57:25.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias 2011</title><content type='html'>Euzinha por terras algarvias até Domingo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qI7hGamXyE0/TkE6CJ-GkKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/h1shbXxGqQk/s1600/Memories%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qI7hGamXyE0/TkE6CJ-GkKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/h1shbXxGqQk/s320/Memories%2B020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638852017155117218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OufZEBL8uwU/TkE8oUQQP1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/dy_qw1WUQEc/s1600/Memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OufZEBL8uwU/TkE8oUQQP1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/dy_qw1WUQEc/s320/Memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638854871773888338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8627444298852711416?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8627444298852711416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/euzinha-por-terras-algarvias-ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8627444298852711416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8627444298852711416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/euzinha-por-terras-algarvias-ate.html' title='Férias 2011'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qI7hGamXyE0/TkE6CJ-GkKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/h1shbXxGqQk/s72-c/Memories%2B020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3586730652963377123</id><published>2011-08-01T03:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:19:00.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>Resta-me agradecer por continuares a fazer de mim uma pessoa boa e feliz. Pedir mais uma vez desculpa por não consegui conter as lágrimas e também pedir desculpa por te fazer pedidos impossíveis, há mesmo momentos em que me sinto mal por te pedir que voltes, mas esse é o meu maior desejo neste momento. Vou viver eternamente com a dor de não me ter despedido de ti,&lt;br /&gt;vou ter sempre em mim a saudade, mas quando me falarem de ti, vou sempre relembrar uma grande mulher, a mulher que terá sempre o sorriso mais bonito que eu alguma vez vi.&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez te peço, quando eu for para o sítio onde tu estás, dá-me tu as boas vindas, canta para mim, dá-me o abraço que há muito desejo e olha-me nos olhos, sorri e diz-me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“orgulhaste-me”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Por: RitaM.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3586730652963377123?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3586730652963377123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3586730652963377123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3586730652963377123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/08/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7508966126038302554</id><published>2011-07-26T03:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T03:41:01.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Hoje tive um sonho estranho e sinceramente nem sei o que pensar dele.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com a minha avó; ela estava viva - eu tinha a noção que já tinha vivido a morte dela - e estava em casa a chamar por ela e quando ela chega à minha beira abraça-me e diz-me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"não chores, eu já estou aqui"&lt;/span&gt; e lembro-me de lhe ter implorado para não se ir embora ao que ela respondeu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"esteja onde estiver, vou estar sempre ao teu lado, a cuidar de ti"&lt;/span&gt;. Admito que fiquei desiludida quando acordei e vi que nada daquilo tinha acontecido, que ela continuava a não estar presente fisicamente e... doeu. Muito, mais do que eu pensava. Li no site dos Significados dos Sonhos (sim, isto é extremamente foleiro, eu sei) que é a maneira de nos despedirmos de alguém que já partiu. Apesar de eu não acreditar muito nestas coisas, espero que seja verdade porque não há coisa que me arrependa mais do que não me ter despedido dela.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitas saudades tuas, muitas mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claro que está tudo a acontecer na tua cabeça, mas por que raio é que isso deve significar que nada disto é real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7508966126038302554?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7508966126038302554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7508966126038302554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7508966126038302554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6009289850085371892</id><published>2011-07-17T00:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:16:39.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gusta, me gusta!</title><content type='html'>TIREI 20, TIREI 20 NO EXAME NACIONAL DE ESPANHOL! OMG, 20, 20! Apesar de  saber que ia tirar boa nota, nunca esperei ter um 20... tipo, eu que  nem nos livros peguei.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a mim mesma, yey.&lt;br /&gt;(mas toda a gente sabe que foi o primeiro e o último 20 da minha vida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na  quinta fui à estreia do último filme de Harry Potter e admito que  fiquei deprimida. Acabou, simplesmente. Sinto-me uma felizarda por ter  feito parte da geração HP e da minha parte posso garantir que Hogwarts  será sempre a minha casa.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loemofPSFL1qeeqd6o1_r1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 172px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loemofPSFL1qeeqd6o1_r1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loebumw64H1qjbueho1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 208px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loebumw64H1qjbueho1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;- Will you stay with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;- Until the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MYIh-OmRGmU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="43" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6009289850085371892?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6009289850085371892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-gusta-me-gusta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6009289850085371892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6009289850085371892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-gusta-me-gusta.html' title='Me gusta, me gusta!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MYIh-OmRGmU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5643231412232171201</id><published>2011-06-18T19:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:27:28.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Harry Potter can live forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_Bbfn9_kCVk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="289" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de 27 dias, o último filme vai sair e tenho sentimentos contraditórios sobre isso. Por um lado, quero ver a adaptação ao cinema &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sim, porque pela 1ª vez na minha vida, estou a ler um livro inteiro!)&lt;/span&gt;. Por outro, não quero que acabe já. I mean, eu não li os livros excepto o último (mas já está decidido que os vou ler), nem sou fanática como a Medd, a Staa ou a Ni, mas sigo HP desde o 1º filme, ou seja, já lá vão 10 anos a seguir estes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 muchachos&lt;/span&gt; e as suas aventuras e vou sentir falta, muita falta de fazer contagem decrescente para o próximo filme.&lt;br /&gt;E agora, sra JK, despache-se lá com esse anúncio que quer fazer e explique-nos o que vai ser o "pottermore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boy who lived... came to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5643231412232171201?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5643231412232171201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-harry-potter-can-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5643231412232171201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5643231412232171201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-harry-potter-can-live-forever.html' title='Only Harry Potter can live forever.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_Bbfn9_kCVk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4565737858453230597</id><published>2011-06-02T19:45:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:06:29.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRIe7WwLh_8/TefduA9CEAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LQo4OeBpgEQ/s1600/Memories%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRIe7WwLh_8/TefduA9CEAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LQo4OeBpgEQ/s400/Memories%2B055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613699243140321282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4hpv6jZCI/TefcmHhAc5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/C4rNQ5xqDgg/s1600/Memories%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4hpv6jZCI/TefcmHhAc5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/C4rNQ5xqDgg/s400/Memories%2B053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698007951242130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYJgrmIMnQc/Tefcl0vqoHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nW3DwW1qx1k/s1600/Memories%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYJgrmIMnQc/Tefcl0vqoHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nW3DwW1qx1k/s400/Memories%2B051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698002912452722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cOrZ8ELq9o/TefclxbaVRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vitBDJp2xVI/s1600/Memories%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cOrZ8ELq9o/TefclxbaVRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vitBDJp2xVI/s400/Memories%2B048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613698002022192402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you knew how lonely my life has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how long I've been so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzHxaqY9xxY/TefarujD4gI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kf9N_1EeOQs/s1600/Memories%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzHxaqY9xxY/TefarujD4gI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kf9N_1EeOQs/s400/Memories%2B049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613695905304928770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQff4xyJY04/TefardDXhGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xsME8YUlcYg/s1600/Memories%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQff4xyJY04/TefardDXhGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xsME8YUlcYg/s400/Memories%2B047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613695900608595042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAG8PRZfzgo/Tefaqz1wNwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8A3037KP07o/s1600/258009_134899063251263_109357062472130_239926_4354704_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAG8PRZfzgo/Tefaqz1wNwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8A3037KP07o/s400/258009_134899063251263_109357062472130_239926_4354704_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613695889545639682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6nw6FivT7U/Tefaqn3e0cI/AAAAAAAAAdA/eS5ZmkFArzI/s1600/241997_134898803251289_109357062472130_239921_7231900_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6nw6FivT7U/Tefaqn3e0cI/AAAAAAAAAdA/eS5ZmkFArzI/s400/241997_134898803251289_109357062472130_239921_7231900_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613695886331662786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A window breaks, down a long, dark street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a siren wails in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can almost see, through the dark there is light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And how long I've waited for your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you knew how happy you are making me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought that I'd love anyone so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, acredito que tudo é possível, basta acreditar :)&lt;br /&gt;Valeram a pena os 7 anos de espera &lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4565737858453230597?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4565737858453230597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/06/home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4565737858453230597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4565737858453230597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRIe7WwLh_8/TefduA9CEAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LQo4OeBpgEQ/s72-c/Memories%2B055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7584246159456343494</id><published>2011-05-28T11:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:43:36.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sócio da Selecção</title><content type='html'>Gentxi fofa, façam uma boa acção e ajudem-me a mim e a uma amiga minha a conhecer o Cristiano Ronaldo! :) Não custa nada, é só votar as vezes que quiser, não tem limite de votos. A data limite é 1 de Junho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sociodaseleccao.pt/promo/home/cartaz_05.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7584246159456343494?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7584246159456343494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/socio-da-seleccao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7584246159456343494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7584246159456343494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/socio-da-seleccao.html' title='Sócio da Selecção'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3709474823109034251</id><published>2011-05-11T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:23:52.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Final dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu nunca encontrarás as palavras exactas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Algo mais do que um simples "adeus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É difícil recordar os bons momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando há tanta dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas eles merecem mais do que isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eles merecem mais do que um momento de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eventualmente, todos perdemos alguém na nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas nunca deixes o teu sorriso desaparecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por causa disso&lt;br /&gt;Mantém-te firme para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque essa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É a nossa última dedicatória!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9ihfiomo2Y/TcrvP6RzwuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ep0WUng9X28/s1600/Imagem%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9ihfiomo2Y/TcrvP6RzwuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ep0WUng9X28/s400/Imagem%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605555742837031650" 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/3388115414118782870-3709474823109034251?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3709474823109034251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-dedication.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3709474823109034251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3709474823109034251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-dedication.html' title='Final dedication'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9ihfiomo2Y/TcrvP6RzwuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ep0WUng9X28/s72-c/Imagem%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7439664834175123499</id><published>2011-05-01T23:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:22:40.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-RHB5_zNTw/Tb70Lt7_zTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aa4VKW2WCtM/s1600/Memories%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-RHB5_zNTw/Tb70Lt7_zTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aa4VKW2WCtM/s400/Memories%2B055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602183468642454834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsQCvbuC4Wg/Tb70LHS0EmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vxKqEXHcOmU/s1600/Memories%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsQCvbuC4Wg/Tb70LHS0EmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vxKqEXHcOmU/s400/Memories%2B025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602183458269172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZDh9s9ZyIs/Tb7yOeOtY9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/rkRnn9TNh_E/s1600/Memories%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZDh9s9ZyIs/Tb7yOeOtY9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/rkRnn9TNh_E/s400/Memories%2B027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181316942324690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqczaZ2TsyM/Tb7yN7X5gvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Zkbv22lJay8/s1600/Memories%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqczaZ2TsyM/Tb7yN7X5gvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Zkbv22lJay8/s400/Memories%2B023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181307585626866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PlO9tonATc/Tb7yNtV4pCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Zz66vaxAsqo/s1600/Memories%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PlO9tonATc/Tb7yNtV4pCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Zz66vaxAsqo/s400/Memories%2B017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181303819084834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DhfwxR9fQ1c/Tb7yNF7a9jI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yj3OVA3HwnQ/s1600/Memories%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DhfwxR9fQ1c/Tb7yNF7a9jI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yj3OVA3HwnQ/s400/Memories%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181293239105074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VC5wKuuMgiw/Tb7yMwURIJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4Ya5n1FI98w/s1600/Memories%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VC5wKuuMgiw/Tb7yMwURIJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4Ya5n1FI98w/s400/Memories%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181287437738130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei, desde o primeiro ao último minuto.&lt;br /&gt;Num espaço de três dias consegui ver um mundo completamente oposto ao que eu vivo, consegui ver a diferença entre o povo português e o espanhol. É, sem dúvida alguma, um lugar a visitar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Viva ao Sô Gusto, ao Camilo da Argentina e às cañas a 1€! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7439664834175123499?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7439664834175123499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/madrid-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7439664834175123499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7439664834175123499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/madrid-2011.html' title='Madrid 2011'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-RHB5_zNTw/Tb70Lt7_zTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aa4VKW2WCtM/s72-c/Memories%2B055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6452004024005735868</id><published>2011-04-27T17:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:13:39.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuestros hermanos</title><content type='html'>E amanhã, daqui a exactamente a 25 horas e 31 minutos, vou estar a caminho de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GqJOK50B9o/TbhL6rrX1dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LqonNbrIX0A/s1600/madrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GqJOK50B9o/TbhL6rrX1dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LqonNbrIX0A/s400/madrid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600309608164349394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADRIIIID!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais chega amanhã, que desespero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6452004024005735868?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6452004024005735868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/nuestros-hermanos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6452004024005735868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6452004024005735868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/nuestros-hermanos.html' title='Nuestros hermanos'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8GqJOK50B9o/TbhL6rrX1dI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LqonNbrIX0A/s72-c/madrid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-672304841721877930</id><published>2011-04-25T03:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:32:41.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depend on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPOu_gXLeR8/TbTZwQ710sI/AAAAAAAAAbI/w6EQm8xSsSk/s1600/Memories%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPOu_gXLeR8/TbTZwQ710sI/AAAAAAAAAbI/w6EQm8xSsSk/s400/Memories%2B017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599339659931275970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I fail, if I succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least I live as I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what they take from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They can't take away my dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ando a ouvir esta música e fiquei viciada. É o hino da minha vida, vivo com regras mas sempre com os meus ideais em mente. Perdendo ou vencendo, sou a única que tem o direito a apontar-me o dedo. Venha quem vier, doa a quem doer ;)&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/3388115414118782870-672304841721877930?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/672304841721877930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/depend-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/672304841721877930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/672304841721877930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/depend-on-me.html' title='Depend on me'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPOu_gXLeR8/TbTZwQ710sI/AAAAAAAAAbI/w6EQm8xSsSk/s72-c/Memories%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6986860656099022530</id><published>2011-04-21T02:35:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:05:24.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sí, sí, sí la Copa es del Madrid!</title><content type='html'>"Ahora vamos a ganar la Copa de vuestro rey, españolitos." - Gerard Piqué&lt;br /&gt;Tu e mais quantos? 11-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waka-waka&lt;/span&gt; jogadores? Ou será uma equipa-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loca loca&lt;/span&gt;? A Taça fica em casa, em Espanha, onde deve ficar, señor catalán! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que no somos de aquí, que somos de Chamartín y por eso cantamos Hala Madrid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VajNF8MKLXI/Ta-MAFaWNEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3PPPbC_wkvU/s1600/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VajNF8MKLXI/Ta-MAFaWNEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3PPPbC_wkvU/s400/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597846794925388866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KFfCKy0nKr0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="35" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Noticia de última hora: graças a um Sr. chamado Sérgio Ramos, a Taça caiu e acabou atropelada pelo autocarro do Real Madrid. O que demorou 18 anos a conquistar, o monsieur destruiu em 18 segundos xD Descansa em paz, Taça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6986860656099022530?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6986860656099022530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/si-si-si-la-copa-es-del-madrid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6986860656099022530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6986860656099022530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/si-si-si-la-copa-es-del-madrid.html' title='Sí, sí, sí la Copa es del Madrid!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VajNF8MKLXI/Ta-MAFaWNEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3PPPbC_wkvU/s72-c/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7294608824260570553</id><published>2011-04-19T02:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:35:58.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>1. Signo:  Touro&lt;br /&gt;2. Irmãos:  nenhum, mas sempre quis ter um irmão mais velho.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bebes? água del cano.&lt;br /&gt;4. Virgem? já disse que sou touro, ora ;)&lt;br /&gt;5. Altura: 1,69&lt;br /&gt;6. Cor de cabelo: Castanho claro.&lt;br /&gt;7. Usas óculos? Lentes de contacto.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sapatos nº: 39&lt;br /&gt;9. Cor: branco e laranja&lt;br /&gt;10. saias ou vestidos: vestido!&lt;br /&gt;11. Número: 7&lt;br /&gt;12. Animal preferido: hamster&lt;br /&gt;13. Comida: bacalhau à brás!&lt;br /&gt;14. Sabor de gelado: baunilha +.+&lt;br /&gt;15. Uma qualidade: frontal&lt;br /&gt;16. Bebida alcóolica: whisky cola&lt;br /&gt;17. Sabor de iogurte: baunilha&lt;br /&gt;18. Livro: "A filha da minha melhor amiga"&lt;br /&gt;19. Filme: "O Rapaz do Pijama às riscas"&lt;br /&gt;20. Foste a África? Nop.&lt;br /&gt;21. Melhores amigos: Xana e Ana Luis.&lt;br /&gt;22. Dia da semana: Sexta *_*&lt;br /&gt;23. Desporto: voleibol&lt;br /&gt;24. Vida Amorosa: vai bem.&lt;br /&gt;25. Gostas muito? muito.&lt;br /&gt;26. Faz-te sorrir muito: sempre.&lt;br /&gt;27. A coisa mais doce que já te deram: eu sei lá menino!&lt;br /&gt;28. Gostas do dia de S. Valentim? É-me indiferente.&lt;br /&gt;29. Acreditas em amor à primeira vista? hmm, afecto à primeira vista sim, amor não.&lt;br /&gt;30. Apaixonas-te facilmente? não.&lt;br /&gt;31. E 'desapaixonas-te' facilmente? infelizmente não.&lt;br /&gt;32. Já choraste por alguém do outro sexo? quem é que nunca chorou?&lt;br /&gt;33. Dás o 1º passo? lols, depende, mas normalmente não.&lt;br /&gt;34. Queres casar? não muda nada numa relação, não o vejo como uma coisa assim tão especial.&lt;br /&gt;35. Tens telemóvel? sim.&lt;br /&gt;36. Falas sozinho? todos os dias xD&lt;br /&gt;37. Já te arrependeste de algo? sim.&lt;br /&gt;38. Sabes cuidar: quando tenho que cuidar, sim.&lt;br /&gt;39. Confias nas pessoas facilmente? infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;40. Perdoas facilmente? sim, nunca guardo rancores e esqueço as coisas, I move on easily.&lt;br /&gt;41. Maior medo? BOLINHAS E CÃES!&lt;br /&gt;42. Maior fraqueza? levo tudo demasiado a peito.&lt;br /&gt;43. O que pensas quando ouves a palavra sexo? quem me conhece sabe perfeitamente que não penso no 'género' mas sim no acto em si xD&lt;br /&gt;44. O sexo é tabu na tua vida? não.&lt;br /&gt;45. Frase favorita: "podes recuperar o que perdeste, mas nunca o que abandonaste"&lt;br /&gt;46. Uma parte do teu corpo: os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;48. Com quem é que sabes que podes sempre contar? com os meus pais.&lt;br /&gt;49. Estás a beber alguma coisa neste momento? água, tou cheia de calor ;_;&lt;br /&gt;50. Falas enquanto dormes? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;51. Qual é a foto do teu fundo de ambiente de trabalho? uma foto minha e da Diana.&lt;br /&gt;52. Sentes saudades de alguém neste momento? sim, muitas.&lt;br /&gt;53. Quando foi a ultima vez que disseste a alguém que o amavas e realmente o sentias? sinceramente não me lembro.&lt;br /&gt;54. Alguma vez foste mordido por alguém? sim.&lt;br /&gt;55. Alguma vez mordeste alguém? já :c&lt;br /&gt;56. Onde está o teu telemóvel? ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;57. Que música estás a ouvir? nada.&lt;br /&gt;58. Qual foi a ultima pessoa com quem falaste? ana luis.&lt;br /&gt;59. O que te faz mais feliz? tudo :)&lt;br /&gt;60. Um ódio? hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;61. O que dirias a alguém que te desiludiu? nada, virava costas.&lt;br /&gt;62. Se pudesses mudar alguma coisa em ti, o que seria? não querem saber xb&lt;br /&gt;63. Um lugar: LA.&lt;br /&gt;64. Alguma vez choraste para te safares de sarilhos? nop.&lt;br /&gt;65. Estiveste perto de morrer? ão o.O&lt;br /&gt;66. Alguma vez levaste pontos? não.&lt;br /&gt;67. Foste a algum país estrangeiro? sim.&lt;br /&gt;68. Calçado favorito: sapatilhas.&lt;br /&gt;69. Peça de roupa favorita? calças de ganga.&lt;br /&gt;70. Já saíste em publico de pijama? nop.&lt;br /&gt;71. Já te apareceu um objecto estranho com luzes no céu, qual foi a tua reação? "EXISTEM ETS!"&lt;br /&gt;72. Sonho: dar a volta à Europa.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sol ou chuva? SOL!&lt;br /&gt;74. Dormes com algum peluche? não.&lt;br /&gt;75. Dia ou noite? noite.&lt;br /&gt;76. Já alguém, para além da tua família, disse que te amava? sim.&lt;br /&gt;77. Gostas de ti? lá tem que ser.&lt;br /&gt;78. A ultima pessoa que te mandou sms: J.&lt;br /&gt;79. Como te sentes? cansada.&lt;br /&gt;80. Diz algo que faças muito: estalar os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;81. Diz alguém que faça anos no mesmo dia que tu: Cláudia&lt;br /&gt;82. Gostavas de: estar em Madrid&lt;br /&gt;83. Está-me a apetecer: dormir.&lt;br /&gt;84. Hoje está um dia: secante.&lt;br /&gt;85. Eu sou: um bocado chata e teimosa, mas boa pessoa xD&lt;br /&gt;86. Já: ia dormir -.-&lt;br /&gt;87. Não vivo sem: ipod.&lt;br /&gt;88. Queria: ter mais coragem para conseguir alcançar o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;89. Pessoa que gostas mas já não vês há muito tempo: João Vítor.&lt;br /&gt;90. Uma data que te marcou pela positiva: 11/3/2010&lt;br /&gt;91. Uma data que te marcou pela2 negativa: 21/09/2009&lt;br /&gt;92. Um momento que te faça rir? aulas de Literatura xD&lt;br /&gt;93. Gostaste deste questionário? meh, já vi piores xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7294608824260570553?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7294608824260570553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/carpe-diem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7294608824260570553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7294608824260570553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-187731184725815796</id><published>2011-04-15T23:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:06:11.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="359" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xi8wkw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xi8wkw" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="359" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*morre de desidratação, fofice aguda e demasiado sentimento num vídeo só*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-187731184725815796?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/187731184725815796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/papa_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/187731184725815796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/187731184725815796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/papa_15.html' title='Papa'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1388308619533856261</id><published>2011-04-15T01:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:34:28.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Braga é fantástico. Às vezes, fica-se com a impressão que é Braga que  deveria mandar neste país. Veio do Sporting de Braga o treinador que  está a salvar o Benfica. Mas, mesmo sem esse treinador, o Sporting de  Braga está em primeiro lugar. Acho que o Sporting de Braga é o único  clube de que todos os portugueses gostam secretamente. Os benfiquistas  acham que eles são do Benfica; os do Sporting apontam para o nome e os  portistas, por muito que lhes custe, são nortenhos e não se pode ser  nortenho sem gostar de Braga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toda a gente tem medo - e com razão - do  Sporting de Braga. Há a mania de engraçar com a Académica de Coimbra ou  com o Belenenses, mas são amores fáceis, que não fazem medo nem  potenciam tragédias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Sporting de Braga não se presta a essas  condescendências simpáticas. É por ser temido que o admiramos. Mais do  que genica, tem brio. É uma atitude com que se nasce; não se pode  ensinar nem aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O problema da ansiedade não existe. Braga tem tudo.  Passa bem sem nós. Mas nós é que não passamos sem ela, porque os  bracarenses ensinam-nos a não perder tempo a medir o comprimento das  pilinhas uns dos outros ou a arranjar termómetros de portuguesismo ou de  autenticidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É por isso que o Sporting de Braga está à frente. Não  é por se chamar Sporting. Não é por ter cedido o treinador ao Benfica. O  Benfica ganhou muito com isso. Mas é o Sporting de Braga que está à  frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É por ser de Braga. É uma coisa que, infelizmente, nem todos nós podemos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fique então apenas a gentileza de ficar aqui dito de ter pena de não ser".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais nada a dizer, meus amigos. Agora, vamos apagar a Luz... de vez!&lt;br /&gt;RUMO A DUBLIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1388308619533856261?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1388308619533856261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/magia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1388308619533856261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1388308619533856261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/magia.html' title='Magia'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8856841231923052114</id><published>2011-02-04T15:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:15:32.287Z</updated><title type='text'>Optimus Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*acalma-se*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;30 SECONDS TO MARS NO OPTIMUS ALIVE! *___*&lt;br /&gt;Quando me disseram que dia 8 de Julho eles voltavam, fiquei com cara de sapo a olhar porque nunca pensei que voltariam a Portugal passado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apenas&lt;/span&gt; 7 meses.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto espero por esse dia, contento-me com isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mLqHDhF-O28?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not saying I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day maybe we'll meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8856841231923052114?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8856841231923052114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/02/optimus-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8856841231923052114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8856841231923052114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/02/optimus-alive.html' title='Optimus Alive'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mLqHDhF-O28/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4207187163916858033</id><published>2011-02-02T22:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:32:45.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Neverland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TUncmROJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAak/wJ4pxJVjUfk/s1600/photoscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TUncmROJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAak/wJ4pxJVjUfk/s400/photoscape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569224964236245346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem&lt;/strong&gt;, eu &lt;em&gt;só&lt;/em&gt; queria crescer. Lembro-me de ouvir algo como: &lt;em&gt;“quando cresceres, vais querer ser criança”.&lt;/em&gt; Hoje, tudo o que eu mais quero é voltar a acreditar que tudo é possível, quero curar joelhos magoados e não corações partidos, quero aprender a escrever e não fazer exames para por à prova o que eu sei. Pois, &lt;strong&gt;agora&lt;/strong&gt; eu &lt;em&gt;só &lt;/em&gt;quero voltar  a ser criança.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4207187163916858033?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4207187163916858033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/02/ontem-eu-so-queria-crescer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4207187163916858033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4207187163916858033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/02/ontem-eu-so-queria-crescer.html' title='Neverland'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TUncmROJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAak/wJ4pxJVjUfk/s72-c/photoscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7462103716950901005</id><published>2011-01-23T00:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:58:56.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Grenade</title><content type='html'>*limpa o pó*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SR6iYWJxHqs?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quando for PR, vou obrigar o Bruno Mars a dar sessões de como ser um gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa-se de homens assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would go through all this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you wouldn't do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7462103716950901005?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7462103716950901005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/01/grenade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7462103716950901005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7462103716950901005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2011/01/grenade.html' title='Grenade'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SR6iYWJxHqs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4555490534403228430</id><published>2010-12-29T04:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T04:08:30.629Z</updated><title type='text'>I've got to remember this is just a game.</title><content type='html'>Hoje alguém me perguntou se te conhecia. Várias memórias passaram pela minha cabeça; baixei o olhar e suspirei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, já não conheço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4555490534403228430?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4555490534403228430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-got-to-remember-this-is-just-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4555490534403228430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4555490534403228430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-got-to-remember-this-is-just-game.html' title='I&apos;ve got to remember this is just a game.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1618316899511466851</id><published>2010-12-26T01:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:55:08.682Z</updated><title type='text'>10/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adeus 2010,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fizeste-me rir e chorar, deste-me memórias, ensinaste-me muitas coisas sobre a vida, podes não ter sido o melhor ano no entanto foste memorável; mas agora é hora de seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem-vindo 2011,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;és um novo ano; novos erros vão ser feitos juntamente com promessas e arrependimentos. Tudo o que eu peço é que sejas melhor que o ano passado - não estou a pedir um milagre, eu apenas quero um ano melhor do que o que está a acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1618316899511466851?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1618316899511466851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/1011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1618316899511466851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1618316899511466851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/1011.html' title='10/11'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4513804061827115916</id><published>2010-12-25T22:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:51:40.498Z</updated><title type='text'>#random</title><content type='html'>Retirado do blog da medd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADO MASCULINO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu adoras capuchos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu adoras jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cães são melhores que gatos.&lt;br /&gt;É hilariante de como as pessoas se magoam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já jogaste com rapazes na mesma equipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compras são uma tortura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filmes tristes são horríveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu tens uma XBOX.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eras pequeno/a querias ser bombeiro/a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu tens uma DS, PS2 ou SEGA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amavas Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vês desportos na televisão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmes sangrentos são os melhores.&lt;br /&gt;Procuras o teu pai para dar-te conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;Tens mais de 3 mil bonés de basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Costumavas coleccionar cartas de pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calças largas são fixes de se usar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estranho ter "sleepovers" com montes de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Verde, preto, vermelho, azul e cinzento são uma das minhas cores favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;Desportos são divertidos.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes falas de boca cheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dormes à noite com as tuas meias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pescaste uma vez, pelo menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADO FEMININO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de fazer compras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Usas eyeliner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usas cor-de-rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Procuras a tua mãe para te dar conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;Consideras "cheerleading" um desporto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Odeias vestir-te toda de preto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostas de ir ao centro comercial.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de ter a manicura dos pés e das mãos feitas.&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de usar jóias.&lt;br /&gt;Choraste ao ver "The Notebook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T-shirts são a grande parte do teu armário.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compras é o teu hobbie favorito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já viste Star Wars, mas odiaste.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praticas ginástica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levantas-te uma hora mais cedo  para tomares banho, vestires e esticares o cabelo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ris-te mais do que devias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens mais do que 10 pares de sapatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preocupas-te de como estás vestida a maioria das vezes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de usar vestidos sempre que podes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostas de dançar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostas de sapatos de salto alto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costumavas brincar com bonecas quando eras criança.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostas de maquilhar outras pessoas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de ser uma estrela em todas as ocasiões.&lt;br /&gt;Rosa é a tua cor favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeh, sou metade homem metade mulher xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3777220721347688072</id><published>2010-12-24T02:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:42:39.641Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas</title><content type='html'>Espero que tenham todos um óptimo Natal, junto daqueles que mais amam e que por uma noite apenas esqueçam tudo e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;façam o favor de serem felizes&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3777220721347688072?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3777220721347688072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3777220721347688072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3777220721347688072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas_24.html' title='Merry Xmas'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8006276940130140454</id><published>2010-12-24T02:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:41:27.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Platonic Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TRQIT2qww5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CJgeZisRu04/s1600/163971_10150126839642425_341453307424_7464755_961422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TRQIT2qww5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CJgeZisRu04/s400/163971_10150126839642425_341453307424_7464755_961422_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554073377640072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«O amor platónico é o sentimento mais puro e belo, porque amamos sem pedir nada em retorno. Amamos, mesmo sabendo que a outra pessoa nunca nos amará; apenas amamos.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8006276940130140454?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8006276940130140454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/platonic-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8006276940130140454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8006276940130140454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/platonic-love.html' title='Platonic Love'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TRQIT2qww5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CJgeZisRu04/s72-c/163971_10150126839642425_341453307424_7464755_961422_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8835615809125540512</id><published>2010-12-17T16:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:33:08.979Z</updated><title type='text'>This is WAR!</title><content type='html'>Só tenho uma coisa a dizer: VOCÊS SÃO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg61n0_30-seconds-to-mars-lisbon-the-kill_music?additionalInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg61n0_30-seconds-to-mars-lisbon-the-kill_music?additionalInfos=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg61bp_30-seconds-to-mars-lisbon-from-yesterday_music?additionalInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg61bp_30-seconds-to-mars-lisbon-from-yesterday_music?additionalInfos=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg60wi_30-seconds-to-mars-lisbon-closer-to-the-edge_music?additionalInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xg60wi_30-seconds-to-mars-lisbon-closer-to-the-edge_music?additionalInfos=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«I'm gonna say it right now and I'm gonna say it on record: this is the  best show of the entire fucking tour!»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«This may not be the biggest  country in Europe but is﻿ one of the best, I'm telling you»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«I have to say: we're so proud to be standing in front of one of the most beautiful nations in the entire world»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«This is one of the best nights of our entire lives»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«I will make a promise to you on camera: it is sure as I stay here on my two crooked feet, we will return to Portugal»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há palavras, simplesmente. O melhor concerto a que já assisti, desde o público, aos efeitos, à banda, às músicas até ao relacionamento banda-público. Antes de ser um concerto, foi um espectáculo digno de ficar na história como um dos melhores.&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida nenhuma que é para repetir, estou tão lá batida no próximo concerto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8835615809125540512?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=debf9844c5bdbe08&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8835615809125540512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8835615809125540512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8835615809125540512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-war.html' title='This is WAR!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-84564253132503573</id><published>2010-12-06T20:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:29:27.602Z</updated><title type='text'>McFly</title><content type='html'>Serei a única que está extremamente frustrada por amanhã não ir ao concerto &lt;strong&gt;grátis&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!!) dos McFly ao Gossip em Lisboa? T____T&lt;br /&gt;Vou ali cortar os pulsos e já venho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-84564253132503573?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/84564253132503573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/mcfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/84564253132503573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/84564253132503573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/mcfly.html' title='McFly'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1650695610819422202</id><published>2010-12-02T22:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:02:55.988Z</updated><title type='text'>Come play, come hurt.</title><content type='html'>Hoje li uma frase no facebook que me fez rir, &lt;strong&gt;muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A maior decepção é aquela que vem de quem nunca esperamos..." &lt;/em&gt;ou uma coisa parecida. Em relação a isto só uma resposta me vem à cabeça: karma is a bitch, babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that I look at you, our memories, and our laughter - you know what I see? Nothing but a lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Não te desejo mal nenhum, longe disso, mas sempre te ouvi dizer que &lt;em&gt;"o que vai, vem sempre a dobrar" &lt;/em&gt;e se é para te ver cair como tu me fizeste cair, então eu vou lá estar. Não para brincar contigo e com os teus sentimentos, mas para te dar a mão que tu nunca me deste, para te ajudar a levantar quando foste tu que me deixaste cair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I pretend what happened didn’t hurt, is when it hurts the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eu sou o &lt;em&gt;Yin&lt;/em&gt; e tu és o &lt;em&gt;Yang &lt;/em&gt;e como duas metades teimosas, vivemos de costas voltadas um para o outro, eu sempre à espera que te vires e me abraces, e tu sempre à espera que a vida te traga um sinal, te aponte um caminho e escolha por ti o que não és capaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some days I miss you like crazy, &amp;amp; then there are some that I just don’t give a fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Não me custa olhar para o &lt;em&gt;nosso&lt;/em&gt; passado, sabes porquê? Porque ele simplesmente não existe, é uma lacuna na minha vida que nunca ninguém conseguirá preencher, nem eu deixo. Esse lugar é teu e apenas teu. Sabes o que me custa mais? Olhar para o futuro e ai saber que mesmo que eu tente, mesmo que eu queira e te peça, tu não vais lá estar e que desta vez eu não vou poder fechar os olhos e tentar olhar para a frente porque &lt;em&gt;guess what&lt;/em&gt;? Nem isso me consola.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s always gonna be that one person that no matter what they say or do, or how many times they hurt you, you’re never gonna let them go because they mean that much to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chegou altura de dar valor ao que realmente vale a pena. Sobra-me apenas a certeza de que nada ficou por fazer ou dizer, que os sonhos nunca se perderam, apenas se gastaram com a erosão do tempo e do silêncio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes if you want to survive, you just have to keep your head high, blink away the tears and say goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1650695610819422202?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1650695610819422202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-play-come-hurt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1650695610819422202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1650695610819422202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-play-come-hurt.html' title='Come play, come hurt.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1843017752564714491</id><published>2010-11-27T19:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:30:32.587Z</updated><title type='text'>"Sonhos Realizados"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta a piece of me &amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;honestly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TPFbHwGevLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q3agt5nIThQ/s1600/Camera%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544312804999085234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TPFbHwGevLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q3agt5nIThQ/s400/Camera%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life would suck without you :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1843017752564714491?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1843017752564714491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/sonhos-realizados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1843017752564714491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1843017752564714491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/sonhos-realizados.html' title='&quot;Sonhos Realizados&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TPFbHwGevLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q3agt5nIThQ/s72-c/Camera%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7919223683312853314</id><published>2010-11-24T21:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:15:39.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>Acabei de chegar do cinema onde fui ver o novo filme do Harry Potter e só tenho uma coisa a dizer: ONDE ESTÁS TU, JULHO DE 2011? ;_____;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei, simplesmente adorei o filme. Quem leu o livro diz que o filme não vale um chavo à beira do livro mas que apesar disso está muito bem conseguido. É um filme para toda a gente, dos 8 aos 80, tem de tudo: comédia, romance, drama, etc. Adorei a parte em que o Dobby atira um candelabro para cima da Bellatrix e ela diz &lt;em&gt;"Parvalhão, quase me mataste!"&lt;/em&gt; e ele, na sua bela graciosidade, responde &lt;em&gt;"O Dobby não queria matar, apenas mutilar ou ferir gravemente"&lt;/em&gt; - simplesmente divinal xD&lt;br /&gt;Quase que chorava quando o Dobby morreu &lt;em&gt;*cries*&lt;/em&gt; ele não merecia, era um elfo fofinho, ajudava sempre o Mr. Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ron &amp;amp; Hermione? Get a room assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7919223683312853314?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7919223683312853314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/deathly-hallows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7919223683312853314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7919223683312853314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/deathly-hallows.html' title='Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1734700124402469</id><published>2010-11-24T13:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:51:27.775Z</updated><title type='text'>Hurricanes and Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUr0bpL60A4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUr0bpL60A4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não é, de todo, uma das minhas músicas preferidas mas gosto... I think.&lt;br /&gt;Está &lt;em&gt;Tokio Hotel-ish&lt;/em&gt;, portanto está do meu agrado, que venha o &lt;em&gt;Best Of&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daqui a bocado vou ver o &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter e os Talismãs da Morte Parte 1&lt;/em&gt; *____* depois de esperar 2h30 para que a Medd se dignasse a acordar e a responder-me à mensagem, marcamos a hora e vamos as duas para o centro da batalha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O último inimigo é a morte."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You walked away from someone who never left your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1734700124402469?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1734700124402469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/hurricanes-and-suns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1734700124402469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1734700124402469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/hurricanes-and-suns.html' title='Hurricanes and Suns'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-2506273778535689425</id><published>2010-11-21T22:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:36:18.300Z</updated><title type='text'>My guiding light</title><content type='html'>O que é que eu vou receber o Natal? O quê? O quê? *__*&lt;br /&gt;A CAMISOLA Nº 7 DO REAL MADRID *dança do hula* finalmente consegui riscar uma coisinha na minha lista de há dois post atrás.&lt;br /&gt;E sim, o Pai Natal existe, pelo menos para mim: é o meu velhinho avôzinho que me fez a vontade! Um viva ao velhinho por fazer esta criança feliz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &amp;amp; uma das minhas promessas de ano novo vai ser conseguir o autográfo de &lt;em&gt;uma certa e determinada&lt;/em&gt; pessoa na camisola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't leave me here my guiding light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-2506273778535689425?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2506273778535689425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-guiding-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2506273778535689425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2506273778535689425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-guiding-light.html' title='My guiding light'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1600237124194165905</id><published>2010-11-15T20:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:42:55.530Z</updated><title type='text'>what's left of me;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Há algum tempo atrás, li um texto no blog da &lt;a href="http://twoweekstand.blogspot.com/"&gt;Staa&lt;/a&gt; e ainda perguntam porque é que eu gosto tanto desta miúda? *o* é pequena mas consegue fazer textos que correspondem à minha realidade em 100%. És mesmo perfeitinha Sara xD btw, ele estava em inglês e traduzi-o.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;« Acho que é nestas alturas em que eu sinto que devo dizer alguma coisa - quando olhamos para trás e apercebemo-nos o que perdemos. Mas isso é uma coisa que tu nunca entenderás porque tu não consegues admitir que nunca sequer tentaste. Acho que desistimos os dois ao mesmo tempo ou se calhar nenhum dos dois teve os “tomates” para o começar.&lt;br /&gt;O facto é que eu não quero saber como é que me iria sentir porque não quero prender a minha respiração com medo de dizer alguma coisa que não devo cada vez que me aproximo de ti. Quero apagar-te da minha memória porque eu só me quero lembrar das coisas boas, não daquelas que me magoam, que me apertam, que me cortam e partem o meu coração a meio no final. Não posso espremer o mundo nas minhas mãos e atirá-lo a ti porque tu simplesmente já o tens e as minhas mãos são as que continuam vazias à espera de algo que tu sempre afirmaste nunca me dar, algo com que sempre me provocaste mas nunca me deixaste ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu vou simplesmente viver nesta bolha colorida vazia, sentada e à espera que alguma coisa chegue até mim. Mas se calhar tu nem vais chegar porque tu sempre tiveste aqui e eu sou a única cega que não te consegue ver, porque tu não me deixas, mas não sou aquela que torna isto tudo ainda mais difícil para os dois. Eu não puxo por ti e a seguir mando-te embora. Ao final do dia, sou a única que continua aqui. »&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I think about the past and I can't even remeber how it all began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1600237124194165905?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1600237124194165905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-left-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1600237124194165905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1600237124194165905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-left-of-me.html' title='what&apos;s left of me;'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3450954256973365725</id><published>2010-11-06T01:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:47:18.904Z</updated><title type='text'>Lista de Natal</title><content type='html'>Porque é que ainda não é Natal, porquê, porquê vida injusta?&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando a deprimir com a minha vida, pareço uma grávida versão materialista.&lt;br /&gt;A minha lista de desejos é uma lista infinita e está para a carteira dos meus pais como a Biblia para os muçulmanos, é um atentado completo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sapatilhas novas e de preferência muiiiiiitas;&lt;br /&gt;novas bolsas/bijuterias;&lt;br /&gt;uma &lt;em&gt;wii&lt;/em&gt; e todos os jogos disponiveis para ela;&lt;br /&gt;um Iphone 4;&lt;br /&gt;computador novo;&lt;br /&gt;um bilhete para um jogo do Real Madrid no Bernabéu;&lt;br /&gt;a camisola 7 do Real Madrid;&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc, etc, etc, etc ;____________;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euromilhões, onde andas tu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3450954256973365725?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3450954256973365725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/lista-de-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3450954256973365725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3450954256973365725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/lista-de-natal.html' title='Lista de Natal'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8205406702637355388</id><published>2010-11-04T21:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:14:57.239Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero, quero, quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*post extremamente fútil e desinteressante*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMg6q6l2LI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CwM591WMYnw/s1600/32496_1332361309128_1233883309_30945620_439823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535804559293012146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMg6q6l2LI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CwM591WMYnw/s400/32496_1332361309128_1233883309_30945620_439823_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;QUERO ISTO ;_________;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que simplesmente &lt;em&gt;venero&lt;/em&gt; Elsa Barreto, qualquer vestido que ela faça, é perfeito, digno de uma princesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando for rica a primeira coisa que vou fazer é comprar 10 vestidos na loja dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e sim, a modelo ajuda e muito!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8205406702637355388?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8205406702637355388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/quero-quero-quero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8205406702637355388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8205406702637355388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/11/quero-quero-quero.html' title='Quero, quero, quero...'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMg6q6l2LI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CwM591WMYnw/s72-c/32496_1332361309128_1233883309_30945620_439823_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1286589187239357016</id><published>2010-10-27T21:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:01:38.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us die young or let us live forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXKeN-YqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/D6WuT-gfsBs/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532838348390818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXKeN-YqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/D6WuT-gfsBs/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXJpujj_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/o3LSa3FZHKs/s1600/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532838334300393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXJpujj_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/o3LSa3FZHKs/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXJLeg9BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/w8FgqKkq9Oc/s1600/IMG_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532838326180049938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXJLeg9BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/w8FgqKkq9Oc/s400/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXIxC1HSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dyzKfb4qdJ0/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532838319084608802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXIxC1HSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dyzKfb4qdJ0/s400/IMG_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVp01Wt_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/z40dp56qsjM/s1600/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532836688014260210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVp01Wt_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/z40dp56qsjM/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVptiRSvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Iqdf2nCEkA0/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532836686055164658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVptiRSvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Iqdf2nCEkA0/s400/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVpRqqh2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UURIxXmx3Rs/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532836678574180194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVpRqqh2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UURIxXmx3Rs/s400/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVozz0dYI/AAAAAAAAATs/-l4zLgHK6X4/s1600/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532836670559516034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVozz0dYI/AAAAAAAAATs/-l4zLgHK6X4/s400/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVonJ_KuI/AAAAAAAAATk/ovASbTzdpTI/s1600/CIMG0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532836667162831586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiVonJ_KuI/AAAAAAAAATk/ovASbTzdpTI/s400/CIMG0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532848506172103938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMigZu5wXQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8axKb9dMEzE/s400/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532848508181657362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMigZ2Y3txI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LcejPRYCDQ0/s400/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Objects in the mirror are closer than what they seem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1286589187239357016?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1286589187239357016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-us-die-young-or-let-us-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1286589187239357016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1286589187239357016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-us-die-young-or-let-us-live-forever.html' title='Let us die young or let us live forever'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TMiXKeN-YqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/D6WuT-gfsBs/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-440535772288435572</id><published>2010-10-10T23:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:20:42.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpar não apaga o passado amargo; uma memória curada não é uma memória apagada.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo contrário, desculpar o que não conseguimos esquecer cria uma nova maneira de relembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Nós alteramos a memória do nosso passado numa esperança para o nosso futuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-440535772288435572?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/440535772288435572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/440535772288435572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/440535772288435572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s my life'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7052486259972944797</id><published>2010-10-05T16:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:29:35.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is like an open highway</title><content type='html'>Sim, já passou muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, quero que me olhes nos olhos e fales comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, deixei-te ir embora naquele dia.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, deixaste de fazer parte do meu presente e do meu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, tenho saudades tuas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fui eu que desisti&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hoje &lt;em&gt;sou dona do meu mundo no qual tu és forasteiro&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7052486259972944797?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7052486259972944797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-heart-is-like-open-highway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7052486259972944797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7052486259972944797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-heart-is-like-open-highway.html' title='My heart is like an open highway'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1863101819610530831</id><published>2010-10-02T02:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:06:23.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2010/09/an_important_message_from_ellen_about_bullying_0930.php"&gt;http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2010/09/an_important_message_from_ellen_about_bullying_0930.php&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Rapaz de 18 anos suicida-se depois de ter sido vitima de bullying por ser homossexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Biblia diz que o Homem foi feito para a Mulher e vice-versa, mas também diz para respeitarmos os outros como se fossem um dos nossos e não vejo ninguém a fazer isso, então porquê seguir as 'leis do amor'? A última vez que vi, ser livre era um direito que ganhavamos à nascença e nem após a nossa morte o perdiamos, mas parece que me enganei. Parece que a mentalidade das pessoas só evoluiu para clonar &lt;em&gt;seres humanos&lt;/em&gt;, só evoluiu para &lt;em&gt;matar animais para fazer casacos de pele&lt;/em&gt; e o que dizer da grande evolução da sociedade para &lt;em&gt;bombear por paz?&lt;/em&gt; Mas nunca passará pela cabeça das pessoas a evolução para aceitar o Amor na sua forma mais pura. Homossexualidade? O que é isso? Segundo muitos um crime e contra-natura, eu digo que é uma dádiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm straight as a pencil&lt;/em&gt; como se costuma dizer, não era capaz de trocar as maravilhas de um rapaz por uma rapariga, mas n-u-n-c-a seria capaz de dizer que o meu amor por um rapaz é mais natural que o de uma rapariga por outra rapariga ou de um rapaz por outro rapaz porque eu não sou mais que ninguém. É preciso ir à Revolução Francesa procurar um significado para Liberté, Egalité e Fraternité? Pelos vistos sim, porque estamos em pleno séc XXI onde não falta muito para existirem carros voadores e teletransporte, onde toda a gente grita e defende os 3 direitos fundamentais do ser humano mas chegam à prática e só se ouve "PECADORES!" quando duas pessoas do mesmo sexo são vistas de uma maneira romântica.&lt;br /&gt;Grow the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sou condenada à morte por acreditar que o Amor não escolhe géneros mas sim corações, que a morte seja o meu destino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1863101819610530831?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1863101819610530831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1863101819610530831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1863101819610530831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4438041969396582459</id><published>2010-09-24T23:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:08:09.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LESS YOU TALK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MORE IT HURTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4438041969396582459?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4438041969396582459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4438041969396582459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4438041969396582459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='#random'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1707515882583843502</id><published>2010-09-24T20:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:33:44.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sweet November</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBIOLid3W5I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBIOLid3W5I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; hate you J.K. Rowling for making me wait until November and then until 2011 :c &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not and &lt;strong&gt;either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives&lt;/strong&gt;. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1707515882583843502?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1707515882583843502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-sweet-november.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1707515882583843502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1707515882583843502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-sweet-november.html' title='Oh sweet November'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-825446391468454314</id><published>2010-09-09T19:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:59:32.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No way out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; or&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-825446391468454314?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/825446391468454314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-way-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/825446391468454314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/825446391468454314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-way-out.html' title='No way out'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4430629207335044181</id><published>2010-09-08T20:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:48:18.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514626359800365122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TIfjdNzoAEI/AAAAAAAAATc/ljwAmTwALKQ/s400/DSC02158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TIfjcrEmxPI/AAAAAAAAATU/OZao-s3q59M/s1600/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514626350476346610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TIfjcrEmxPI/AAAAAAAAATU/OZao-s3q59M/s400/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Tamos prontas para a segunda rodada! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11º ai vou eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4430629207335044181?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4430629207335044181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-roots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4430629207335044181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4430629207335044181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-roots.html' title='Back to the roots'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TIfjdNzoAEI/AAAAAAAAATc/ljwAmTwALKQ/s72-c/DSC02158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6633807509112596531</id><published>2010-09-01T04:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:20:29.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l81eho9nRd1qastfso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l81eho9nRd1qastfso1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling &amp;amp; shining like you've done this past 21 years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e de preferência continuem lá com o vosso business twincestiano!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualquer dia já são avôs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6633807509112596531?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6633807509112596531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/parabens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6633807509112596531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6633807509112596531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/parabens.html' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4707925855419926416</id><published>2010-08-22T01:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:39:59.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'># random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No sossego da minha casa, onde só comunico com o mundo exterior o suficiente para me manter viva, guardo intacto tudo o que sinto por ti. Fechada para o mundo e para os outros, sinto-me cada vez mais só, mergulhada numa escuridão voluntária e estéril que me aplaca a vontade e os sentidos. Com a morte deste amor por ti, morre também uma parte de mim, algo cujos contornos não consigo ainda delinear mas que com o tempo perceberei, quando a alma apaziguada fechar as feridas desta minha dor derrotada e passiva perante o teu silêncio e a tua mascarada indiferença.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é melhor que nunca mais se cruzem os nossos olhares, é melhor que a palavra adeus seja mesmo essa e não outra. Chegámos ao fim do caminho. A partir daqui todas as palavras serão inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca saberei até que ponto ages com o coração ou apenas com a cabeça. Até que ponto te entregas ou apenas jogas. Até que ponto sentes e ages, ou apenas observas. E é por nunca ter sabido quem és, que um dia te conseguirei esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre disse que as diferenças iriam servir mais para nos unir do que para nos afastar. Mas agora sei que não. Ao contrário de ti, não sou nem nunca serei espectadora da minha própria vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não há coincidências - Margarida Rebelo Pinto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4707925855419926416?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4707925855419926416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4707925855419926416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4707925855419926416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='# random'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6542476928421562384</id><published>2010-08-20T00:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:33:18.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“E” e “se” – duas palavras que não demonstram perigo algum quando ditas em separado. Mas quando as pomos juntas, lado a lado, elas têm o poder de atormentar o resto da tua vida: ‘E se...?’&lt;br /&gt;Claire, eu não sei como é que a sua história acabou, mas eu sei que se o que sentiu foi amor – verdadeiro amor – então nunca é tarde demais. Se era verdadeiro na altura, porque não haveria de o ser agora? Apenas precisa de encontrar a coragem dentro do seu coração. Eu não sei o que é sentir um amor desses… Um amor que nos dá a coragem de deixar para trás pessoas que amamos, um amor que cruza oceanos… Mas eu gostaria de o agarrar se um dia o sentir, gostaria de ter a coragem de o aproveitar. Eu espero que a Claire tenha tido a coragem de o aproveitar e se ainda não o fez, espero que um dia o consiga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Filme "Cartas para Julieta"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6542476928421562384?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6542476928421562384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/letters-to-juliet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6542476928421562384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6542476928421562384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/letters-to-juliet.html' title='Letters to Juliet'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-797832076982462693</id><published>2010-08-15T17:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:10:36.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No centro do Mundo!</title><content type='html'>Férias Mêrdinhas #1&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgfFo1Z3jI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GWh7A9Rw8L4/s1600/Imagem+560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505684726181649970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgfCwdUb6I/AAAAAAAAASc/lCYUpx64PLs/s320/Imagem+521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgfB9oplvI/AAAAAAAAASU/iGv66tUxiNY/s1600/Imagem+502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505684663045822194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgfB9oplvI/AAAAAAAAASU/iGv66tUxiNY/s320/Imagem+502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgZsFqPaDI/AAAAAAAAASM/HvVABb7akc0/s1600/Imagem+474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505678789684717618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgZsFqPaDI/AAAAAAAAASM/HvVABb7akc0/s320/Imagem+474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgZri4RlUI/AAAAAAAAASE/C0S4uo8u3FU/s1600/Imagem+445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505678780348339522" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUN8dDUkI/AAAAAAAAARk/t-0cgf9zhZA/s1600/Imagem+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672774259266114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUN8dDUkI/AAAAAAAAARk/t-0cgf9zhZA/s320/Imagem+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUNq3duAI/AAAAAAAAARc/FiGnp6IIRWo/s1600/Imagem+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672769538209794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUNq3duAI/AAAAAAAAARc/FiGnp6IIRWo/s320/Imagem+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUNGKrolI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZqFRgW_I6bo/s1600/Imagem+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672759686701650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUNGKrolI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZqFRgW_I6bo/s320/Imagem+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672753847228338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUMwacV7I/AAAAAAAAARM/iZ2J1s28dcw/s320/Imagem+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUMlz96kI/AAAAAAAAARE/J2e0J9TngTM/s1600/Imagem+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672751001496130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgUMlz96kI/AAAAAAAAARE/J2e0J9TngTM/s320/Imagem+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-797832076982462693?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/797832076982462693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-centro-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/797832076982462693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/797832076982462693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-centro-do-mundo.html' title='No centro do Mundo!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TGgfFo1Z3jI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GWh7A9Rw8L4/s72-c/Imagem+560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6374913614260401177</id><published>2010-08-02T02:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:14:42.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida é uma Treta</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Zeze: Oh Toni, escreve acção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: Escrever à São? Mas eu não falo com ela há anos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: E para ilegais já bastamos nós que cá estamos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeze: Exactamente! Para ilegais... O quê?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: O quê o quê?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeze: O quê o quê o quê?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: O quê o quê o quê digo eu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeze: Porquê?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: Porque sim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeze: 'Porque sim' não é resposta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: E 'o quê' é pergunta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: A Shakira, a cantora, a fada do Algarve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeze: AH! Mas 'pera lá... A Shakira é do Algarve?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toni: Então não é? Até tem aquela música "Loulé, Loulé, Loulé"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixaste nada por dizer, nem nada por fazer! :)&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanta luta contra esse bicho, é hora de descansares Toni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6374913614260401177?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6374913614260401177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-e-uma-treta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6374913614260401177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6374913614260401177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-e-uma-treta.html' title='A Vida é uma Treta'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8550598921006707785</id><published>2010-07-31T00:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:30:04.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 LETTER TO YOUR FAVOURITE INTERNET FRIEND</title><content type='html'>Aqui está a carta que tu tanto querias x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me perguntes como e porque é que te conheci porque eu sinceramente não me lembro xD Mas penso que foi por causa da Megue, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Já lá vão quase dois anos e parece que passaram mais de 20 porque falar contigo surge com uma naturalidade tão grande... Nestas duas semanas que tiveste em Lisboa, parecia que os dias demoravam a passar, não tinha com quem conversar, com quem me rir sobre a Irina-Timon, não tinha com quem partilhar histórias, sonhos e pensamentos. Tu ouves-me, e eu agradeço-te &lt;em&gt;tanto &lt;/em&gt;por teres paciência para aturar os meus devaneios x) E sei que não errei ao contar-te o meu grande e único segredo, sei que ele que está bem guardado dentro de ti e que nunca o vais usar contra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de dois anos, nós as duas saimos todos os dias do messenger com uma bagagem cheia de cansaço, sorrisos, lágrimas mas acima de tudo com uma bagagem cheia de sonhos mútuos ainda por concretizar e que cada dia que passa ganhamos mais força para os concretizar; tu dás-me imenso, e eu igualmente, mas mesmo assim não é suficiente. É óbvio que eu não me queixo das conversas magnificas que temos na internet, mas quando acordo todos os dias sei que não basta sair de casa para estar contigo cara a cara, para ouvir os risos que tu tantos dás cada vez que eu digo uma parvoice e o tempo que passamos a falar na internet, infelizmente, não compensam estes 24 meses de ausência fisica, que apesar de ter sido preenchida por uma presença psicologica, repleta de dramas, de risos, de lágrimas não chega para mim, porque tu não estás aqui para eu abraçar-te e rirmo-nos enquanto passamos pelos rapazes bonitos. Mas uma coisa te garanto Pumba, aquela coisa a que denominamos NOSSA não deixará de a ser, independentemente da geografia.&lt;br /&gt;Porque mais que a geografia que nos divide, é a amizade que partilhamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ircy8dWhEIE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ircy8dWhEIE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nós vamos ficar juntos em todo lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando não há caminho algum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos mais do que mil somos um.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa só direcção temos um só coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;não temos mais medo algum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8550598921006707785?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8550598921006707785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-letter-to-your-favourite-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8550598921006707785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8550598921006707785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-letter-to-your-favourite-internet.html' title='#8 LETTER TO YOUR FAVOURITE INTERNET FRIEND'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4679853373598785993</id><published>2010-07-30T13:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:34:10.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 LETTER TO YOUR EX-BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND/LOVE/CRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Arrependo-me de muita coisa na vida, mas tu não és uma delas, Marley.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4679853373598785993?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4679853373598785993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-letter-to-your-ex-boyfriendgirlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4679853373598785993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4679853373598785993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-letter-to-your-ex-boyfriendgirlfriend.html' title='#7 LETTER TO YOUR EX-BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND/LOVE/CRUSH'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-722240467697546359</id><published>2010-07-27T17:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:34:54.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 LETTER TO YOUR SIBLING (OR CLOSEST RELATIVE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Para: Joana&lt;br /&gt;De: Ana Marta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha grandessissima cara de panado (L) És uma antipática, uma chata e uma louca que adora Hello Kitty, mas eu continuo a gostar de ti e tu continuas a ser a a irmã mais velha que nunca tive. E ainda bem que não, ela não valeria metade do que te vales, por muito que isso me custe a admitir ;) Foste tu que me seguraste enquanto eu chorava no funeral &lt;em&gt;dela&lt;/em&gt;, e isso significou muito para mim acredita.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Princesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Só não gostava de ti quando namoravas com o parvalhão do Hugo, de resto foi sempre na pura ! ;) *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-722240467697546359?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/722240467697546359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-letter-to-your-sibling-or-closest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/722240467697546359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/722240467697546359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-letter-to-your-sibling-or-closest.html' title='#4 LETTER TO YOUR SIBLING (OR CLOSEST RELATIVE)'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7824145660752641220</id><published>2010-07-26T17:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:48:59.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 LETTER TO YOUR PARENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Devo-vos &lt;strong&gt;tudo, &lt;/strong&gt;vocês são a coisa mais importante que eu tenho na minha vida e nunca conseguirei agradecer-vos o suficiente por tudo o que fizeram por mim. Por muito chatos e melgas que vocês sejam para mim, por muito respondona e antipática que eu seja para vocês, nunca se esqueçam disso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7824145660752641220?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7824145660752641220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-letter-to-your-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7824145660752641220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7824145660752641220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='#3 LETTER TO YOUR PARENTS'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6762846941326819605</id><published>2010-07-25T14:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:00:25.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 LETTER TO YOUR CRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(...) Deve ser a centésima vez que relembro, enquanto escrevo esta pequena carta que certamente será recambiada para a secção dos Perdidos &amp;amp; Achados do correio do Cristiano Ronaldo, a primeira vez que te conheci pessoalmente. Atravessei três países europeus para chegar à cidade alemã de Gelsenkirchen, para presenciar o jogo Portugal-México, sabendo de antemão que não irias jogar, mas isso não me impediu. O pensamento de estar a uns pequenos passos de bebé de ti, fez com que o dinheiro que guardei no meu porquinho mealheiro valesse a pena ser gasto – e foi. Não te vi como desejaria, mas vi mais do que pensava ver. Às vezes pergunto-me o que teria acontecido se tivesse estado mais perto de ti. Mas chego à conclusão que esses pensamentos não passam de hipóteses. Tracei o meu caminho na esperança que um dia se cruzasse novamente com o teu. E apesar de já terem passado quatro anos, continuo a acreditar que nos voltaremos a encontrar, porque afinal de contas, foi ao teu lado que eu vivi a minha infância, agarrada às pequenas conquistas de um rapaz franzino oriundo da Madeira, é assim que eu vivo a minha adolescência, a ver no sorriso de um homem e pai do pequeno Cristianinho a minha maior esperança e é assim que eu quero viver enquanto adulta, a saber que te vi evoluir de um miúdo, para um homem e para um idoso –&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;és o que de melhor tenho na minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da tua (sempre) fã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana Marta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6762846941326819605?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6762846941326819605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-letter-to-your-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6762846941326819605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6762846941326819605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-letter-to-your-crush.html' title='#2 LETTER TO YOUR CRUSH'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4901217545649424649</id><published>2010-07-24T19:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:36:26.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 LETTER TO YOUR BEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ano: 2008 e 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eramos inseparáveis. Quando uma caía, a outra dava a mão. Quando uma subia demasiado alto, lá estava a outra para a trazer novamente para a realidade que nem sempre corresponde às nossas expectativas. Faziamos tudo juntas, gostavamos as duas dos nossos melhores amigos que por acaso também eram melhores amigos :p Mil e uma histórias aconteceram durante esses dois anos e eu tenho que te agradecer por me teres proporcionado os melhores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano: 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem és tu? Não sei, já não és a mesma pessoa. Veredicto: Perdi a minha melhor amiga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4901217545649424649?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4901217545649424649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-letter-to-your-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4901217545649424649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4901217545649424649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-letter-to-your-best-friend.html' title='#1 LETTER TO YOUR BEST FRIEND'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1518712994691984135</id><published>2010-07-24T19:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:22:53.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#Desafio</title><content type='html'>A medd passou às mêrdinhas este desafio e decidi fazê-lo :) Apesar de maior parte dos números ser uma treta x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1 LETTER TO YOUR BEST FRIEND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#2 LETTER TO YOUR CRUSH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#3 LETTER TO YOUR PARENTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#4 LETTER TO YOUR SIBLING (OR CLOSEST RELATIVE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#5 LETTER TO YOUR DREAMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#6 LETTER TO A STRANGER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#7 LETTER TO YOUR EX-BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND/LOVE/CRUSH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#8 LETTER TO YOUR FAVOURITE INTERNET FRIEND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#9 LETTER TO SOMEONE YOU WISH YOU COLD MEET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#10 LETTER TO SOMEONE YOU DON'T TALK AS MUCH AS YOU'DE LIKE TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#11 LETTER TO A DECEASED PERSON YOU WISH YOU COLD TALK TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#12 LETTER TO THE PERSON YOU HATE MOST/CAUSED YOU A LOT OF PAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#13 LETTER TO SOMEONE YOU WISH COULD FORGIVE YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#14 LETTER TO SOMEONE YOU'VE DRIFTED AWAY FROM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#15 LETTER TO THE PERSON YOU MISS THE MOST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#16 LETTER TO SOMEONE THAT'S NOT IN YOUR CITY OR COUNTRY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#17 LETTER TO SOMEONE FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#18 LETTER TO THE PERSON YOU WISH YOU COLD BE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#19 LETTER TO SOMEONE THAT PESTER YOUR MIND - GOOD OR BAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#20 LETTER TO THE ONE THAT BROKE YOUR HEART THE HARDEST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#21 LETTER TO SOMEONE YOU JUDGEG BY THEY FIRST IMPRESSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#22 LETTER TO SOMEONE YOU WANT TO GIVE A SECOND CHANGE TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#23 LETTER TO THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#24 LETTER TO THE PERSON THAT GAVE YOUR FAVOURITE MEMORY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#25 LETTER TO THE PERSON YOU KNOW THAT IS GOING THROUGH THE WORST OF TIMES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#26 LETTER TO THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE A PINKY PRIMISE TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#27 LETTER TO THE FRIENDLIEST PERSON YOU KNEW FOR ONLY ONE DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#28 LETTER TO SOMEONE THAT CHANGED YOUR LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#29 LETTER TO THE PERSON THAT YOU WANT TELL EVERTHING TO, BUT TOO AFRAID TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#30 LETTER TO YOUR REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1518712994691984135?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1518712994691984135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/desafio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1518712994691984135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1518712994691984135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/desafio.html' title='#Desafio'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4752774623938528905</id><published>2010-07-24T02:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:51:56.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look at you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497477651505868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TEr2zBKn7XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KPQgQFjb2PI/s400/Imagem+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12yV30KZ5zg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12yV30KZ5zg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause there is no guarantee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That this life is easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah when my world is falling apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's no light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To break up the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't find my way home any more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see forgiveness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You love me for who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the stars hold the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right there where they belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know I'm not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You appear just like a dream to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like kaleidoscope colors that cover me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every breath that I breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know you're beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4752774623938528905?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4752774623938528905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-look-at-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4752774623938528905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4752774623938528905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-look-at-you.html' title='When I look at you'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TEr2zBKn7XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KPQgQFjb2PI/s72-c/Imagem+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5076654163088049131</id><published>2010-07-23T00:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:15:56.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CR7 em Vilamoura</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496884258232555714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TEjbG-9jWMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KCSBB3BjF2I/s400/Imagem+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496876195766525410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TEjTxr723eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wXtRn6sdzyk/s400/Imagem+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TEjUO_houcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Joe4A3BngMw/s1600/Imagem+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496876699241462210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TEjUO_houcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Joe4A3BngMw/s400/Imagem+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seis anos já passaram, muitos mais virão :) ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5076654163088049131?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5076654163088049131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/cr7-em-vilamoura.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5076654163088049131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5076654163088049131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/cr7-em-vilamoura.html' title='CR7 em Vilamoura'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TEjbG-9jWMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KCSBB3BjF2I/s72-c/Imagem+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6017783006026913773</id><published>2010-07-20T15:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:21:34.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And we go on, and on, and on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sS6ULYlGICU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sS6ULYlGICU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Senhores da Universal Music Portugal, apesar do novo DVD dos Tokio Hotel, intitulado de Humanoid City Live, ter sido lançado no dia 19 de Julho do presente ano, e estarmos praticamente a 21 de Julho do mesmo ano, e o DVD ainda não estar nas lojas, eu agradecia profundamente que o disponibilizassem ainda no século XXI, caso contrário vai haver sangue e será o vosso que ficará derramado nas margens do rio Tejo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Muito obrigada, Ana Marta :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6017783006026913773?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6017783006026913773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-we-go-on-and-on-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6017783006026913773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6017783006026913773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-we-go-on-and-on-and-on.html' title='And we go on, and on, and on...'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7010462414996309434</id><published>2010-07-16T17:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:55:13.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wir sind Tokio Mêrdinhas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TECOnCpB87I/AAAAAAAAAP4/YkoEMgyyK6Y/s1600/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494548346767012786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TECOnCpB87I/AAAAAAAAAP4/YkoEMgyyK6Y/s400/Imagem1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia vai ser para sempre, caras de panado ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7010462414996309434?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7010462414996309434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/wir-sind-tokio-merdinhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7010462414996309434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7010462414996309434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/wir-sind-tokio-merdinhas.html' title='Wir sind Tokio Mêrdinhas!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TECOnCpB87I/AAAAAAAAAP4/YkoEMgyyK6Y/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-2136415298982636187</id><published>2010-07-11T23:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T02:57:45.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Esta não é altura para fazer decisões dificeis e rápidas, mas sim de cometer erros, apanhar o comboio errado e ficar perdido num lugar qualquer. Apaixonar-se? Muitas vezes. Licenciar-se em filosofia porque nunca na vida isso dará emprego. Mudar de opinião, e mudar outra vez. Nada é permanente, por isso faz o maior número de erros possivel porque dessa maneira, quando mais tarde nos perguntarem novamente o que queremos ser, não precisaremos de adivinhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplesmente saberemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse, discurso de formatura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-2136415298982636187?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2136415298982636187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2136415298982636187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2136415298982636187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-423339026672726657</id><published>2010-07-11T02:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:07:37.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantomrider</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...) Somos o avesso um do outro. Quando duvido, paro, e tu segues em frente. Quando tenho medo, tu tens vontade; quando sonho, tu pegas nos meus sonhos e torna-los realidade; quando me entristeço, fecho-me numa concha e tu choras para o mundo; quando não sei o que quero, espero e tu escolhes; quando alguém me empurra, deixo-me estar no chão e tu levantas-te.&lt;br /&gt;Somos o avesso um do outro: iguais por fora, o contrário por dentro. Tu proteges-me, acalmas-me, ouves-me e ajudas-me a parar. Eu puxo por ti, sacudo-te e ajudo-te a avançar. Como duas metades teimosas, vivemos de costas voltadas um para o outro, eu sempre à espera que te vires e me abraces, e tu sempre à espera que a vida te traga um sinal, te aponte um caminho e escolha por ti o que não és capaz. (...)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um dia, receberás isto em casa, prometo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-423339026672726657?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/423339026672726657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/phantomrider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/423339026672726657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/423339026672726657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/phantomrider.html' title='Phantomrider'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4822371284329522636</id><published>2010-07-10T04:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T04:51:30.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a memory now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone asked me if I missed you. I closed my eyes and walked away, but then I whispered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492115744564844146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TDfqK9QeFnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ajfn8GS_o4w/s400/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"So much..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4822371284329522636?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4822371284329522636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-memory-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4822371284329522636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4822371284329522636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-memory-now.html' title='You are a memory now'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TDfqK9QeFnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ajfn8GS_o4w/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8332350997594845867</id><published>2010-07-06T05:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T05:12:28.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#random</title><content type='html'>É tão fixe ensinar português às estrangeiras só para elas conseguirem chegar à beira do Cristiano Ronaldo e falarem português com ele x) sinto-me importante!&lt;br /&gt;E a melhor coisa é que elas têm 14/15 anos e já sabem alguma fruta de português e tudo por causa dele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8332350997594845867?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8332350997594845867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8332350997594845867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8332350997594845867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/random.html' title='#random'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6330786930579365888</id><published>2010-07-05T03:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:40:53.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La razón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TDFFjfu8LdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/akl7lN-uWg0/s1600/CIMG4720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490245896857464274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TDFFjfu8LdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/akl7lN-uWg0/s400/CIMG4720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se que no soy perfecta &lt;div&gt;Hay tantas cosas que no quise ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero sigo aprendiendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy solo se que yo te hice sufrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y quiero que sepas antes de partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que hoy por fin encontré&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una razón para mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para cambiar lo que fui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una razón para seguir&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La razón para mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Mis sentimientos de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Una razón para empezar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y la razón eres tu&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6330786930579365888?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6330786930579365888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-razon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6330786930579365888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6330786930579365888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-razon.html' title='La razón'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TDFFjfu8LdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/akl7lN-uWg0/s72-c/CIMG4720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5809580210620837194</id><published>2010-07-04T03:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T03:53:35.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;É com muita alegria e emoção que informo que fui recentemente pai de um rapaz. De acordo com a mãe, que prefere manter o anonimato, o meu filho ficará confiado à minha guarda exclusiva. Sobre esteassunto não prestarei quaisquer outras informações, pedindo a todos que respeitem o meu direito à privacidade (e o da criança), principalmente numa matéria tão íntima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook &amp;amp; Twitter Oficial do Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o___O' só quando isto sair em video na página de youtube oficial dele é que acredito.&lt;br /&gt;(ps: mas era tão fixe ser tia! +.+)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5809580210620837194?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5809580210620837194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/daddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5809580210620837194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5809580210620837194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/daddy.html' title='Daddy?'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7346410645144016827</id><published>2010-07-03T16:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:12:26.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're free like a wavin' flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7hS3ryG4ak&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7hS3ryG4ak&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto respirares, eu tenho algo por que acreditar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7346410645144016827?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7346410645144016827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-free-like-wavin-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7346410645144016827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7346410645144016827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-free-like-wavin-flag.html' title='You&apos;re free like a wavin&apos; flag'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1194028848005639701</id><published>2010-07-02T16:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:12:55.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanaction Portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-8T4nkmUNE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-8T4nkmUNE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Fórum Tokio Hotel Portugal é tão fixeeeee! 8D Digam lá, membros fofinhos se não se sentem orgulhosos de fazerem parte de uma iniciativa e de um fórum destes? Pois bem, eu sinto-me muito orgulhosa do pequeno grande fórum que ajudei a criar e vi a crescer. Só tenho que agradecer aos membros (e à administração claro!) por terem feito de tudo para que este video ficasse fantástico. SOMOS GRANDES SCHEISSE! |m\&lt;br /&gt;http://tokiohotelpt.ativoforum.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1194028848005639701?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1194028848005639701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/fanaction-portuguesa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1194028848005639701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1194028848005639701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/07/fanaction-portuguesa.html' title='Fanaction Portuguesa'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1278305404469926279</id><published>2010-06-30T02:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:32:07.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juntos somos alguém, somos Portugal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O FUTURO AINDA ESTÁ POR ESCREVER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É preciso acreditar. As lendas nascem de momentos que ainda estão por escrever. Os desafios perdem-se, mas o espírito de sacrifício, a vontade de vencer e a união são imortais. Infelizmente chegou a hora dos nossos guerreiros regressarem a casa, mas fica a certeza que já marcámos a história e que voltaremos para escrever o futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488372887757532706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TCqeEBGsLiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z850gKeW2n4/s400/ss.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os momentos duram um segundo, mas as lendas duram para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Guerreiros ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1278305404469926279?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1278305404469926279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/juntos-somos-alguem-somos-portugal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1278305404469926279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1278305404469926279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/juntos-somos-alguem-somos-portugal.html' title='Juntos somos alguém, somos Portugal!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TCqeEBGsLiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z850gKeW2n4/s72-c/ss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5520424886327812163</id><published>2010-06-29T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:57:56.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia vai ser para sempre</title><content type='html'>"How can you think that I believe in love, in finding the &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; of my dreams…" &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; stopped &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;self to take a breath and search for the right words, "If I am absolutely sure that there isn’t a single person in this world that I could love more than I love you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5520424886327812163?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5520424886327812163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-dia-vai-ser-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5520424886327812163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5520424886327812163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-dia-vai-ser-para-sempre.html' title='Um dia vai ser para sempre'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5575824375313358652</id><published>2010-06-26T00:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:04:16.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>They're not gonna get us, we'll be alright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iarAnx2PazA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iarAnx2PazA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... &amp;amp; one day the dark side will shine for us ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5575824375313358652?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5575824375313358652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/theyre-not-gonna-get-us-well-be-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5575824375313358652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5575824375313358652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/theyre-not-gonna-get-us-well-be-alright.html' title='They&apos;re not gonna get us, we&apos;ll be alright...'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8248882749600386777</id><published>2010-06-21T04:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:25:54.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There are wounds that are not meant to heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you lose someone you love, you don't get over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;You just get &lt;em&gt;used to&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8248882749600386777?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8248882749600386777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-wounds-that-are-not-meant-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8248882749600386777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8248882749600386777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-wounds-that-are-not-meant-to.html' title='There are wounds that are not meant to heal'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8634298394273480573</id><published>2010-05-30T23:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:47:34.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterna serás *</title><content type='html'>« Quando olho para o nosso passado e vejo os sonhos que deixamos para trás, fico agradecida porque fui abençoada por te ter na minha vida. Quando olho para o presente, vejo a tua cara porque tu estiveste sempre lá para mim. Nos meus sonhos vejo-te sempre acima do céu e no meu coração haverá sempre um lugar para ti. Vou manter uma parte de ti em mim e onde eu estiver, tu estarás lá comigo (...) e vou para sempre lembrar-me de toda a força que me deste, o teu amor por mim fez-me seguir em frente, eu devo-te tanto &lt;em&gt;Avó&lt;/em&gt;. »&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8634298394273480573?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8634298394273480573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/05/eterna-seras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8634298394273480573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8634298394273480573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/05/eterna-seras.html' title='Eterna serás *'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-1247969581763274296</id><published>2010-05-23T13:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:02:44.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To me you'll be forever sacred</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S_lCz-u2RnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bfE3CpmRzMY/s1600/Imagem2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474480282825803378" style="WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S_lCz-u2RnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bfE3CpmRzMY/s400/Imagem2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S_lCy0EwgdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ugU3p7eu4M4/s1600/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474480262785040850" style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S_lCy0EwgdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ugU3p7eu4M4/s400/Imagem1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S_lCy0EwgdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ugU3p7eu4M4/s1600/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your eyes I see the hope I once knew (...)&lt;br /&gt;Never forget that to me you'll be forever sacred&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; one day the sea will guide you back to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-1247969581763274296?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1247969581763274296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-me-youll-be-forever-sacred.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1247969581763274296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/1247969581763274296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-me-youll-be-forever-sacred.html' title='To me you&apos;ll be forever sacred'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S_lCz-u2RnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bfE3CpmRzMY/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4943914358687331751</id><published>2010-05-10T11:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:14:50.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is better than one,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 70px; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469591182782827042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S-fkM5xhCiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8pdhPeqptOg/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S-fidtkpdsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/q3vsp8j0S9A/s1600/GetAttachment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469589272542148290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S-fidtkpdsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/q3vsp8j0S9A/s400/GetAttachment1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S-fidtkpdsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/q3vsp8j0S9A/s1600/GetAttachment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4943914358687331751?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4943914358687331751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4943914358687331751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4943914358687331751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is better than one,'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S-fkM5xhCiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8pdhPeqptOg/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3830545740673539391</id><published>2010-04-28T21:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:40:52.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuas ai a olhar por mim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S9ic0Ta9ybI/AAAAAAAAAKU/C3NWeUSXPx8/s1600/Imagem+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465290570194602418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S9ic0Ta9ybI/AAAAAAAAAKU/C3NWeUSXPx8/s400/Imagem+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha nova tatuagem *____*&lt;br /&gt;Aqui parece que está mal feita, mas não está: a estrela de baixo, está deitada em relação à primeira que está de "pé". A primeira estrela significas tu ;) eu sei que continuas ai em cima a cuidar de mim, como fizeste cá em baixo. Tu nunca deixas um trabalho por terminar, não é verdade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3830545740673539391?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3830545740673539391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/continuas-ai-olhar-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3830545740673539391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3830545740673539391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/continuas-ai-olhar-por-mim.html' title='Continuas ai a olhar por mim?'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S9ic0Ta9ybI/AAAAAAAAAKU/C3NWeUSXPx8/s72-c/Imagem+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8160013045660728674</id><published>2010-04-22T20:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:38:42.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The only exception.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S9CluLBcHDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JiBUuP10WEs/s1600/apple_ipod_touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463048560651803698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S9CluLBcHDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JiBUuP10WEs/s400/apple_ipod_touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este Ipod Apple Touch vai ser meu! (L)&lt;br /&gt;Não costumo gostar, aliás odeio, telemoveis/ipods touch, acho que é tudo menos prático mas quando vi este... Foi amor à primeira vista e agora que o meu pai foi para os Estados Unidos, vai-me trazer um.&lt;br /&gt;Já me estou a imaginar com um na mão e gosto bastante do que estou a imaginar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8160013045660728674?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8160013045660728674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-exception.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8160013045660728674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8160013045660728674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-exception.html' title='The only exception.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S9CluLBcHDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JiBUuP10WEs/s72-c/apple_ipod_touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-4889740827502528386</id><published>2010-04-21T15:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:13:33.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Superstar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S89fRmS-uLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1m59DBZ1sxk/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462689628966271154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S89fRmS-uLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1m59DBZ1sxk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462605865544974178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S88TF7PF_2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mnKbA3Z1ts4/s400/mi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S88Te768-HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v10H4Zn22mk/s1600/mi+e+jeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462606295225661554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S88Te768-HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v10H4Zn22mk/s400/mi+e+jeli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is wrong butI can't help but feel like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't nothing more right babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misty morning comes again and I can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help but wish I could see your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I knew from the first note played&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be breaking all my rules to see you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You smile that beautiful&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the girls in the front row scream your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So dim that spotlight, tell me things like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can't take my eyes off of you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm noone special, just another wide-eyed girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's desperately in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a photograph to hang on my wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superstar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-4889740827502528386?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4889740827502528386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-of-everything-i-ever-dreamed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4889740827502528386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/4889740827502528386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-of-everything-i-ever-dreamed.html' title='Sweet Superstar.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S89fRmS-uLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1m59DBZ1sxk/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5016822720136951878</id><published>2010-04-01T15:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:15:02.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus, até um dia.</title><content type='html'>Bem minha gente, adeus e até um dia! Vou para Lisboa e não sei quando volto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Pronto, volto dia &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vá.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, vou ao concerto dos Tokio Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, vou acampar dois dias à porta do Pavilhão Atlântico para &lt;em&gt;(tentar)&lt;/em&gt; ficar nas primeiras filas.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, estou a falar a sério e não a pregar uma partida para o Dia das Mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S7SqCbMsvLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o0nwr52gMZo/s1600/_45WT4606954-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455172007289994418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S7SqCbMsvLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o0nwr52gMZo/s320/_45WT4606954-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5016822720136951878?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5016822720136951878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/adeus-ate-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5016822720136951878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5016822720136951878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/adeus-ate-um-dia.html' title='Adeus, até um dia.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S7SqCbMsvLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o0nwr52gMZo/s72-c/_45WT4606954-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-2044156836663204668</id><published>2010-03-29T15:11:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:16:52.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusão;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S7SqoSVDKlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x4Bbuptybyg/s1600/2qlg37n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455172657744128594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S7SqoSVDKlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x4Bbuptybyg/s400/2qlg37n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(foto por: Daniela Rosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As promessas são como as bolachas: nasceram para serem &lt;strong&gt;quebradas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-2044156836663204668?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2044156836663204668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/03/conclusao_29.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2044156836663204668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2044156836663204668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/03/conclusao_29.html' title='Conclusão;'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S7SqoSVDKlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x4Bbuptybyg/s72-c/2qlg37n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6706245676252695431</id><published>2010-03-06T18:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:21:09.447Z</updated><title type='text'>in your shadow i can shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VONdU5ptpm4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VONdU5ptpm4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of touch, out of time.&lt;br /&gt;Just get lost without a sign.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;In your shadow I can shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the sun and i'm the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero 7 de Abril, do tipo... JÁ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S5LAt3hVy8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YdaUx1Xvuy0/s1600-h/edfewgf.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445626793674787778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S5LAt3hVy8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YdaUx1Xvuy0/s320/edfewgf.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegas a casa e não tens o que fazer? Apetece-te mesmo, mesmo, comentar aquela entrevista dos Tokio Hotel ou o novo rumor absurdo que ouviste mas não tens com quem? Agora isso acabou!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre à procura de unir as fãs dos Tokio Hotel e fazer com que elas encontrem outras pessoas com os mesmos gostos não só musicais como tantos outros, foi agora criado um Fórum para as fãs de Tokio Hotel que se sentem aborrecidas e sem ter com quem falar!&lt;br /&gt;Acabadinho de estrear, prometemos-te uma bom ambiente, discussão de opiniões saudáveis, informação, gargalhadas e acima de tudo, um bom hobby! Do que estás à espera? Junta-te a nós em &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokiohotelpt.ativoforum.com/portal.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://tokiohotelpt.ativoforum.com/portal.htm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; e vem divertir-te connosco! Um fórum como nunca viste… Esquece lá as horas boring!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E toca tudo a inscrever-se, porque eu mando!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6706245676252695431?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6706245676252695431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-your-shadow-i-can-shine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6706245676252695431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6706245676252695431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-your-shadow-i-can-shine.html' title='in your shadow i can shine'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S5LAt3hVy8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YdaUx1Xvuy0/s72-c/edfewgf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-570187605831712549</id><published>2010-02-10T21:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:20:42.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Herói é aquele que menos damos valor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Querida avó, já passaram 5 meses desde que nos vimos pela última vez... E essa viagem ai em cima? Está a correr bem? :D Guarda lugar ai em cima para mim, velhinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanta coisa aconteceu nestes 5 meses... Queres que te conte tudo? Então vamos para o sofá e enquanto me fazes uma massagem nas pernas, eu conto-te as novidades todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrariamente ao que eu pensava, a Xana e o Mi continuam juntos; não que eu duvide que eles gostem um do outro, mas são diferentes o suficiente para enfim, acabarem - mas ainda bem que continuam juntos, gosto de ter o meu Mimi por perto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O restaurante foi remodelado... Dizem que está super giro, mas ainda não fui lá porque coise... Sem ti, não vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabias que o Braga está a lutar pelo titulo de campeão nacional? Ah pois é *sotaque à vila verde* até à data apenas uma derrota... Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O avô arranjou uma namorada... Sei que a mocita não tem culpa de nada, mas sinto que o único papel que ela tem aqui é substituir-te e... Whatever, ainda não consegui perceber e nem vou tentar. Peço desculpa à senhora,  mas o mundo nunca foi feito de justiças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, tu sabes bem que já existe um rapaz na vida da tua neta; mas também já deves saber que não gosto de falar disso :p quando estiver contigo conto-te tudo, prometo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando voltas para mim? Tenho saudades tuas, do teu sorriso, dos teus ataques... De ti, Rainha. Prometeste-me que nunca me deixavas e foste a primeira a fazê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo-te, sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana Marta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: O meu Carlinhos não ganhou os Ídolos T__T ficou em terceiro lugar. No domingo vou vê-lo no Pavilhão Atlântico! Eu trago-te um autografo ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-570187605831712549?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/570187605831712549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/heroi-e-aquele-que-menos-damos-valor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/570187605831712549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/570187605831712549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/heroi-e-aquele-que-menos-damos-valor.html' title='Herói é aquele que menos damos valor.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6160781299833234741</id><published>2010-02-06T00:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:43:57.943Z</updated><title type='text'># random.</title><content type='html'>Mais um desafio, mas desta vez da Medd u__u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;1. Primeira Regra: Posta estas regras!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Cada pessoa seleccionada deve de postar 10 coisas sobre si no seu blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. No fim, deves de escolher e designar 5 pessoas para fazerem o quizz.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tens de ir aos seus blogs e deixar uma mensagem de que foram escolhidos.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nada de me escolher de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez coisas sobre ti&lt;br /&gt;1. Passo a vida a rir.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sou insegura o suficiente para estragar relações de todo o tipo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Quero sair de Portugal e ir viver para os EUA ou Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;4. Vivo muitas vezes à base do "se.&lt;br /&gt;5. Choro mais vezes do que pensam.&lt;br /&gt;6. Adoro pensar/dizer coisas porcas.&lt;br /&gt;7. Odeio passar por um grupo de rapazes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Se me deixarem, passo o dia inteiro a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;9. Não tenho noção do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;10. Tenho sempre uma opinião a dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez coisas que gostavas de dizer a dez pessoas diferentes agora mesmo&lt;br /&gt;1. E decidires-te não?&lt;br /&gt;2. Não te atrevas a falar mal dela.&lt;br /&gt;3. Deves pensar que és tu que me vais substituir, não?&lt;br /&gt;4. Espera por mim ai em cima, anjo ;)&lt;br /&gt;5. Tu é que és o elo mais fraco por nunca teres esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dá-lhe uma oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tenho saudades tuas.&lt;br /&gt;8. Não és tão má como pareces.&lt;br /&gt;9. Deixa de ser nariz empinado - eu já fui, quantas mais seguirão o meu caminho se continuares assim?&lt;br /&gt;10. Deixa de ser anormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oito maneiras de “ganhar” o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;1. Mente aberta.&lt;br /&gt;2. Perverso.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sincero.&lt;br /&gt;4. Risos.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mimos.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;7. Respeito.&lt;br /&gt;8. Humildade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete coisas que te percorre o pensamento frequentemente&lt;br /&gt;1. Onde vou passar o Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;2. Concerto 7 de Abril.&lt;br /&gt;3. Botas cinzentos.&lt;br /&gt;4. Trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mêrdinhas.&lt;br /&gt;6. Decisão final.&lt;br /&gt;7. "quero arranjar coragem de ir ao cemitério visitá-la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco pessoas que signifiquem muito para ti&lt;br /&gt;1. Mãe.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pai.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ana Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;4. Joana.&lt;br /&gt;5. João Victor.&lt;br /&gt;(6. Mêrdinhas, duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como já toda a gente mandou a toda a gente... Fica para quem quiser :D para ti, para ele, para ela, para vocês e para eles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6160781299833234741?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6160781299833234741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/random_06.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6160781299833234741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6160781299833234741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/random_06.html' title='# random.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7449142605052597573</id><published>2010-02-03T19:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:19:06.368Z</updated><title type='text'>Os sonhos são as perguntas do Hoje e as respostas do Amanhã.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT-DHVD-ef0/SqRa94burLI/AAAAAAAABoc/XIZuz4t6P6M/s400/ramonsketch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT-DHVD-ef0/SqRa94burLI/AAAAAAAABoc/XIZuz4t6P6M/s400/ramonsketch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero este vestido feito pelo Ra'mon na temporada 6 do Project Runway *___* he's like... so damn stunning. O vestido é bonito da cabeça aos pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Carlinhos saiu dos Ídolos! Acho que só a staa &amp;amp; a ni é que têm bem a noção do drama que isso é, do tipo... Ídolos sem Carlos é o mesmo que panados sem massa, Medd sem Mi ou até Terra sem Sol - simplesmente não funcionam separados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo giro quando uma rapariga que não nos conhece de lado nenhum, excepto uma coisa que aconteceu há séculos atrás, olha para nós como se fossemos uma ameaça à sua vida... Guuuuuuurl, ele é que veio atrás de mim, não o contrário; tens que aprender com ele o mesmo que eu aprendi: Na vida não há arrependimentos, apenas lições. E sabes porque é que não quero saber nem de ti, nem dele? Porque como eu não me lembro o porquê de ele me ter magoado, tenho a certeza que já estou curada, e garanto-te &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chabala&lt;/span&gt;, não vais ser tu a magoar-me novamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7449142605052597573?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7449142605052597573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-sonhos-sao-as-perguntas-do-hoje-e-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7449142605052597573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7449142605052597573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-sonhos-sao-as-perguntas-do-hoje-e-as.html' title='Os sonhos são as perguntas do Hoje e as respostas do Amanhã.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dT-DHVD-ef0/SqRa94burLI/AAAAAAAABoc/XIZuz4t6P6M/s72-c/ramonsketch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-65982403933430439</id><published>2010-01-27T19:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:41:57.100Z</updated><title type='text'>the daily show.</title><content type='html'>Há uns 7 anos atrás disseste-me: "És fraca por ainda te lembrares daquela noite."&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, 7 anos depois dessa noite, eu respondo-te: "O elo mais fraco és tu por nunca a teres esquecido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a preta do costume, e graças à sô dona Staa &amp; sô dona Ni, vou ter que fazer um desafio que elas me proporam, e esse é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;”Enuciar 5 manias suas, hábitos muitos pessoais. E além de dar ao público conhecimento dessas particularidades, tem de escolher 5 bloguistas para entrarem, igualmente, no jogo. Cada participante deve produzir este regulamento no seu blogue.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quando acordo, independentemente da hora que for, a primeira coisa que verifico é o telemóvel, se tenho alguma mensagem ou bbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Se for "obrigada" a beber água natural, tenho que que ir buscar gelo ao congelador porque não consigo beber água sem ela estar gelada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Quando estou nervosa, começo a abanar com o pé durante 5/10 min e acabo sempre com um pé de lado e com o outro por cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tenho o urso que a minha avó me deu sempre na cama; não durmo abraçada a ele, simplesmente ponho o braço por cima, porque durmo &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sempre &lt;/span&gt;de lado e tenho que ter alguma coisa por baixo do braço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prefiro comer um bife completamente cozido do que o comer mal passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E escolho para fazer este questionário a Medd, a Ni, a Staa, a Daniela &amp; a Éme. (ir aos affiliates)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-65982403933430439?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/65982403933430439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/daily-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/65982403933430439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/65982403933430439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/daily-show.html' title='the daily show.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-6241456114581923016</id><published>2010-01-23T20:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:16:28.134Z</updated><title type='text'>I know that I must pass this test.</title><content type='html'>Tu preocupaste no que eu me vou tornar amanhã, mas esqueceste que eu hoje já sou alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S1t1W_JwAgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Us5oFAOVeUM/s1600-h/Imagem+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430062813495165442" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S1t1W_JwAgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Us5oFAOVeUM/s320/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S1t1h3WkGVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AznKZs0841w/s1600-h/DSCF3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430063000379988306" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S1t1h3WkGVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AznKZs0841w/s320/DSCF3459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1999 &amp;amp; 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-6241456114581923016?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6241456114581923016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-that-i-must-pass-this-test.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6241456114581923016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/6241456114581923016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-that-i-must-pass-this-test.html' title='I know that I must pass this test.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S1t1W_JwAgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Us5oFAOVeUM/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-5049394873220027281</id><published>2010-01-04T00:25:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:23:38.025Z</updated><title type='text'>Wrong turning Right.</title><content type='html'>Três dias passaram e não fiz nada, rien de rien.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um piercing novo e agora sim, sinto-me completa! neste momento, a minha orelha está assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S0T01Mx9irI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EzlhJWr1lQ4/s1600-h/Imagem0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S0T01Mx9irI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EzlhJWr1lQ4/s200/Imagem0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423729046061943474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os meus bébés «3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O piercing novo é o que está todo vermelho, na cartilagem da orelha. Hey, só o fiz na segunda, e na terça levei com uma raquete de badminton na orelha, dêem desconto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tiver extremamente frustrada/o por o Salvador ter saido dos Ídolos e pelo Manel ter dito que ídolos como o Carlos não precisamos, levante as mãos! *levanta as duas mãos e os dois pés*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: o meu jeitoso e o da margarida está solteiro «3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are a part of me... The part I love the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-5049394873220027281?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5049394873220027281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-turning-right.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5049394873220027281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/5049394873220027281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-turning-right.html' title='Wrong turning Right.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/S0T01Mx9irI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EzlhJWr1lQ4/s72-c/Imagem0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-8820196615325568699</id><published>2010-01-02T17:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:09:31.591Z</updated><title type='text'>They tried to make us going to Rehab, but we said no, no, no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPyd0zTMLQ0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPyd0zTMLQ0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! *esconde-se*&lt;br /&gt;Isto foi uma das primeiras vezes que o videoclip &lt;em&gt;Automatic&lt;/em&gt; dos Tokio Hotel passou na MTV Portugal, e os desgraçados tiveram o azar de o passar no momento exacto em que as Mêrdinhas estavam todas juntas em Braga, na casa de &lt;em&gt;moi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro-vos... Não sei se estou chocada com as nossas figuras ou se me rio que nem deficiente com as as nossas vozes de rouxinol.&lt;br /&gt;Como a Medd e a Staa disseram:&lt;br /&gt;Sim, cantamos pessimamente mal.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, somos loucas.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, somos fãs dos Tokio Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, não temos vergonha de o admitir.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, nós acampamos à porta do Pavilhão Atlântico para os ver.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sabemos as letras todas decor (esta ainda não estava beeeem na cabeça!)&lt;br /&gt;Sim, se houver alguma definição exacta para Diversão, certamente é o nosso nome - Mêrdinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, somos bêbadas por nascença e nunca tocamos num pingo de alcool em vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não somos normais.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, somos Amigas! :')&lt;br /&gt;(staa, eu agora também uso o smile do pinóquio!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, cheguei hoje das minhas Férias de Passagem de Ano, e tenho que admitir que superou as minhas expectativas. Eu gostava de partilhar os acontecimentos da noite de quinta/sexta but damn! Não posso, não quero estragar reputações.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que aconteceu, também se riu à brava, quem não sabe, espero que lhe sirva de consolo que eu ri-me visto que a minha pessoa move mundos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus primos são awesome, já vos tinha dito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-8820196615325568699?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8820196615325568699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/pessoas-preciosas-para-mim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8820196615325568699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/8820196615325568699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/pessoas-preciosas-para-mim.html' title='They tried to make us going to Rehab, but we said no, no, no...'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3407465056746371780</id><published>2009-12-29T02:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:04:14.868Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna live forever</title><content type='html'>Hoje é Segunda, e ontem foi Domingo (a sério?! :O) o que significa que ontem foi dia de... ÍDOLOS! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, para mim, foi a gala mais blhack que teve até agora; pessoalmente não gosto das músicas do Michael Jackson, ou seja, não as conheço, ou seja, não consigo dizer concretamente se os finalistas as cantaram bem ou mal, portanto, é uma seca. Conhecia a &lt;em&gt;Beat It&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;Billie Jean&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; a &lt;em&gt;You're not Alone &lt;/em&gt;e nessas três... Apenas o Carlos me conseguiu ficar completamente babada. Ele vai ser, certamente, o pai dos meus filhos. Ou a mãe. Whatever. gosh, quero que um rapaz me faça uma serenata com aquela música, do tipo... RAPIDAMENTE! E de preferência que tenha a pinta do Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem tive provavelmente das noticias mais tristes dos meus quase 16 anos de vida... O meu piercing &lt;em&gt;"novo"&lt;/em&gt; fechou T___T lá vou eu ter que desembolsar mais 35€ para re-fazer o piercing, damn. Sim, porque gosto demasiado dele para o tirar da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UuFKv7__G08&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UuFKv7__G08&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digam lá que a minha geração não é awesoooooome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remeber my name&lt;br /&gt;Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming together&lt;br /&gt;People will see me and cry&lt;br /&gt;Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Light up the sky like a flame&lt;br /&gt;Fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu primeiro plano para 2010: ir a um psiquiatra, e descobrir se sou normal. Porque depois das coisas que eu ando a imaginar/pensar acredito veemente que tenho um grave caso de psicose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3407465056746371780?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3407465056746371780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gonna-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3407465056746371780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3407465056746371780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gonna-live-forever.html' title='I&apos;m gonna live forever'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7308940289341242128</id><published>2009-12-24T18:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:03:10.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry X-mas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/SzOvzCJQLqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AypVTnm-rTc/s1600-h/CIMG3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/SzOvzCJQLqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AypVTnm-rTc/s320/CIMG3686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418868067940708002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa o "feliz para sempre", mas sim o "feliz neste momento" :)&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o Pai Natal vos traga umas &lt;strong&gt;Mêrdinhas&lt;/strong&gt; como as que eu tenho; mas duvido, somos únicas.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal, géntxiiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7308940289341242128?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7308940289341242128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-x-mas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7308940289341242128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7308940289341242128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-x-mas.html' title='Merry X-mas!'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/SzOvzCJQLqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AypVTnm-rTc/s72-c/CIMG3686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-7597900265337172611</id><published>2009-12-07T20:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:01:32.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Idolos 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Quanto a vocês não sei, mas para mim, se o Carlos não for o próximo Ídolo de Portugal, é a próxima estrela gay portuguesa +.+&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit, cantor que reúna entertainment, voz e boa interacção é dificil de encontrar. Yeah, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Filipe Pinto&lt;/span&gt; ftw, mas como a minii disse: « ele representa o conceito do programa » and it's true. Ele faz rir com as suas danças à bimbo, faz-nos por o som da televisão mais alto para ouvir a sua voz bonita, faz-nos babar (gays &amp;amp; heteros incluidos) pelo seu sorriso e faz-nos dar um facepalm com aquela interpretação da Hot n Cold que, simplesmente, estragou a música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQiYC9TyjX0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQiYC9TyjX0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ganhar um homem e não for o Filipe, que seja o Carlos +.+&lt;br /&gt;O Salvador tem o seu quê de voz bonita, mas parece que está lá mais para divertir e dar ar de ganzado descontraído do que para ser o próximo Ídolo de Portugal. A Solange é simplesmente huuuuuuuuuuge! É uma mistura de Leona Lewis com Tyra Banks, mas com genes portugueses, o que a torna, para mim, num futuro ídolo. André, Carolina, Márcio e Mel porque blábláblá (...)&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pó à lolita aka Inês, que parece saída da história infantil Alice no País das Maravilhas, e depois daquele &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Chick To Chick&lt;/span&gt; que esgotou com o stock de azeite de Hollywood inteiro mais pó tenho. Não vejo nada naquela rapariga sem ser um estilo totalmente esquizofrénico. Ah, e se ela com 16 anos tem este corpaço que aparenta ter 18/19, quando chegar aos 30 vai aparentar 60.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, como disse a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Éme&lt;/span&gt;, quero um Filipe para despertador, um Salvador para namorado e um Carlos para Michael Jackson pessoal, e tenho dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;As melhores do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Prof: Anda aqui para a frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Aluna: stor, tenho que ir lá para trás porque vejo mal ao perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Prof: vem aqui para a frente, ou não me digas que também ouves mal ao perto?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;C: Bufa-me porque estou com calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Manzarra de fato e gravataaaa! *____*&lt;br /&gt;PS2: se o Laurent Filipe não tivesse idade para ser meu avô... Upa, upa ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-7597900265337172611?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7597900265337172611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/12/idolos-2009.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7597900265337172611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/7597900265337172611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/12/idolos-2009.html' title='Idolos 2009'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3036831869432138809</id><published>2009-11-28T16:43:00.016Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:12:43.875Z</updated><title type='text'>You said move on, where do I go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laiROGvrWMM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laiROGvrWMM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que a gripe A se instalou no meu corpo que não saio de casa, e chega a um ponto que é reaaaaaaalmente secante.&lt;br /&gt;Durante esta semana consegui a proeza de ficar apaixonada pela &lt;em&gt;Thinking of you&lt;/em&gt; da Katy Perry, tive momentos hilariantes no twitter e deu para ficar farta de escrever #beforetokiohotel, #aftertokiohotel e #duringtokiohotel no mesmo sitio. Com uma saida da staa ontem à noite, mais precisamente esta, &lt;em&gt;« I thought that was #beforestaa D: RT @miizi #beforetokiohotel i was a pretty innocent girl who god was her only devotion (a) » &lt;/em&gt;percebi que ela tem razão... well, kinda of.&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu fazia se não tivesse quem chatear sobre tudo e nada como tenho a Medd? O que é que eu fazia se não tivesse com quem me rir sobre twincest como me rio com a staa? O que é que eu fazia se não tivesse uma homónima para chamar de homónima como tenho a éme? O que é que eu fazia se não tivesse uma loira com quem gozar por ser loira como tenho a minii? O que é que eu fazia se não tivesse uma rapariga a quem dizer que o FCPorto sucka e levar porrada verbal como tenho a rê? O que é que eu fazia se não tivesse uma rapariga a quem dizer que o Bill é uma gaja boa que mantem uma relação incestuosa com o irmão como tenho a ni? Pergunto-me como é que 7 mentes cheias de badalhoquice, cheias de cenas porn se juntaram num só grupo sem existir qualquer tipo de conflito (excepto quando se trata de assuntos de quem é o marido de quem) e eu respondo: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't count far or near, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hold you when you reach for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quando dizemos que temos amigas virtuais, lá vem os velhinhos ignorantes dizer &lt;em&gt;"isso é uma vergonha! desde quando é que se faz amigos pelo computador? Amigos são aqueles que nos olham nos olhos todos os dias"&lt;/em&gt; e eu a isso respondo com as mãos nos ouvidos e digo "blá blá blá" guess what? eu tenho e sou feliz com isso ;)&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu fazia se não tivesse as minhas melhores amigas à distância de um click para descarregar tudo de mau e partilhar tudo de bom?&lt;br /&gt;Isto não faz sentido para ninguém, mas para mim faz. Eu criei este mundo, e ao contrário do mundo real, toda a minha familia partilha o mesmo sonho que eu. Estamos constantemente de mãos dadas, e podemos nem estar juntas every-fucking-week, mas isso não muda nem um bocado a situação; muito pelo contrário, só melhora. Não preciso de motivos nem de explicações e muito menos de um Eu e de um Tu para dizer "Amo-te"; preciso apenas de um &lt;em&gt;Nós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora posso dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#beforetokiohotel&lt;/strong&gt; não sabia que ter sonhos para concretizar era a maior responsabilidade da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#duringtokiohotel&lt;/strong&gt; encontrei 6 razões merdosas para nunca desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#aftertokiohotel&lt;/strong&gt; serei com certeza a mesma, mas com a diferença que tenho todas estas pessoas comigo.&lt;br /&gt;São elas que fazem os Tokio Hotel valerem a pena, não o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada &lt;/em&gt;Marlene, Sara, Ana, Marta, Carla &amp;amp; Regina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E com licença, agora vou ler a &lt;em&gt;Spoiled&lt;/em&gt; da emseviltwin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3036831869432138809?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3036831869432138809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/desde-que-gripe-se-instalou-no-meu.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3036831869432138809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3036831869432138809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/desde-que-gripe-se-instalou-no-meu.html' title='You said move on, where do I go?'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-3927653537455665732</id><published>2009-11-19T22:49:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:19:14.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Through my memories.</title><content type='html'>Hoje tive um dia que poderiam comparar-se ao Pólo Norte e ao Pólo Sul.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que tinha a minha Luís para me fazer voltar ao Pólo Norte. Goddamnit, só deus sabe as saudades que eu tinha de ouvir aquela voz +.+&lt;br /&gt;falar 1h30 seguida com ela ao telemóvel, fez-me sentir saudades da vida que eu tinha no básico... Naquela escola tinha tudo o que precisava, todos os que me faziam feliz, e hell yeah, eu era verdadeiramente preenchida. Hoje, continuo a ter as mesmas pessoas que tinha antes, mas com a diferença que no agora, todos deixamos de ter o valor que tinhamos antes. E sem dúvida alguma que agradeço o passado que tive, pois caso contrário, não teria o presente que tenho nem o futuro que terei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pólo Sul... bem, esse dura desde 21 de setembro de 2009. Meu deus, não me lembro um dia em que não me lembre dela e de tudo o que eu perdi. Acho que ainda não me mentalizei a 100% que ela realmente partiu. As saudades começam a apertar cada vez mais; e ouvir a xana a dizer &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"ela morreu, nunca mais vamos sentir o que quer que seja dela"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fez-me... não só chorar em plena aula, mas também perceber que ela tem razão. Ela &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nunca mais vai voltar. Nunca mais a vou ver. Nunca mais lhe vou tocar. Nunca mais lhe vou dar beijos. Nunca mais ela me vai fazer massagens. Nunca mais ela me vai acordar 45 min antes da aula começar para me dizer que vou chegar tarde. Nunca mais vou chorar nos braços dela. Nunca mais vou chegar a casa e gritar "cheguei velhinha!" e ela gritar comigo "fecha a porta que está frio!" Nunca mais vou chegar à cozinha, cheirar a bacalhau à brás, olhar para ela e partir-me a rir enquanto ela diz "vês como eu gosto de ti..." Nunca mais a vou mandar parar quando ela começar a chorar enquanto ouve o hino nacional. Nunca mais me vou rir com ela. Nunca mais vou ver a Heidi e chorar com ela. Nunca mais... nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;« na faculdade temos muitas aulas sobre como confrontar a morte, mas nenhuma sobre como continuar com a vida. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Grey's Anatomy epis 1 T6&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que ela só morre apartir do momento que eu a deixar morrer. And grandma, i'm never gonna let you die, you can bet on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-3927653537455665732?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3927653537455665732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-my-memories.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3927653537455665732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/3927653537455665732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-my-memories.html' title='Through my memories.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388115414118782870.post-2414416032322331824</id><published>2009-11-15T19:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:19:48.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Po-po-po-pota.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinto-me extremamente frustrada por ser, provavelmente, a única pessoa neste &lt;em&gt;enorme&lt;/em&gt; país que detesta o reclame da Popota. o pobre hipopótamo até emagreceu uns quilinhos e ficou mais &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt;, mas hell yeah, eu já tive pesadelos com aquele reclame! o__o Aqueles movimentos à madonna dão-me arrepios. Acho que nunca fiquei tão feliz de ter a idade que tenho e já não olhar para os reclames natalicios e ver neles um exemplo a seguir, porque caso contrário... jesus christ, nem quero pensar nisso. Espero quando decidir acabar com a minha liberdade aka ter filhos, os reclames da popota já estejam banidos das generalistas da televisão nacional.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao contrário da popota, a leopoldina deixa-me de água na boca! *inserir aqui smile do cocas*&lt;br /&gt;aquela senhora merece uma vénia da minha parte, pois continua com a sua elegância caracteristica e a música é um hino, e quando for presidente da república vou por a música do reclame como novo hino de Portugal. Já me estou a imaginar, em pleno estádio de futebol, a cantar: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;« bem-vindos ao mundo encantado dos brinquedos onde há reis, princesas e dragões. Heróis de banda desenhada, pulos, saltos e muitos trambolhões. O mundo dos brinquedos é no continente onde tudo tem mais fantasiiiiiiia, brinquedos, brinquedos, eles são a nossa maior alegriiiiia! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; meu deus, que mundo perfeito +.+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: acabou de me passar pela cabeça uma imagem das &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mêrdinhas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;em pleno Marquês do Pombal a dançar o reclame da Popota, e todas com as roupas do Bill; certamente ficariamos todas bem mais sexys que a dita cuja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388115414118782870-2414416032322331824?l=eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2414416032322331824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/po-po-po-pota.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2414416032322331824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388115414118782870/posts/default/2414416032322331824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eternalmoonwalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/po-po-po-pota.html' title='Po-po-po-pota.'/><author><name>Ana Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696096325708744641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UHmIzTV_pFA/TNMrNLZ2QNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3v4Ut0rq1Ew/S220/IMG_0971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
