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luxuosas ou inumanas, os pontos de trânsito e as ocupações provisórias (as cadeias de hotéis e os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squats&lt;/span&gt;, os clubes de férias, os campos de refugiados, os bairros de lata prometidos à destruição ou a uma perenidade em decomposição), em que se desenvolve uma rede cerrada de meios de transporte que são também espaços habitados, em que o frequentador habitual das grandes superfícies, das caixas automáticas e dos cartões de crédito reata os gestos do comércio "mudo", um mundo assim prometido à individualidade solitária, à passagem, ao provisório e ao efémero (...)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6108174054323557365?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6108174054323557365/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1896181735022037261</id><published>2012-01-22T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:00:48.488Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-estás triste?&lt;br /&gt;-estou. e não há bolo de chocolate que vá alterar isto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1896181735022037261?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1896181735022037261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2012/01/estas-triste-estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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sun didn't rise yet. i lost myself in the roads of your body. now i'm founding my way home. heaven or hell, both sound familiar and cozy. i'm still cold. can i wear your coat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-888524112252883471?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/888524112252883471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/888524112252883471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/888524112252883471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-2396957995376473323</id><published>2011-12-09T14:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:57:23.257Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost the path of sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-2396957995376473323?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2396957995376473323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-lost-path-of-sanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/2396957995376473323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/2396957995376473323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-lost-path-of-sanity.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1295035009912556593</id><published>2011-12-02T11:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:24:54.037Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perdoa-me, amor, se te não prendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3976948078214218029</id><published>2011-11-27T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:20:17.233Z</updated><title type='text'>frei luís.</title><content type='html'>não se devia morrer senão por amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3976948078214218029?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3976948078214218029/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1328714002532081529</id><published>2011-11-19T22:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:48:55.177Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all these nights i've waited for you, crying myself to sleep, and didn't even know your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1328714002532081529?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1328714002532081529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-these-nights-ive-waited-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 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dia, partilhar a mesma cama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1412638211009103755?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1412638211009103755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/vamos-algum-dia-partilhar-mesma-cama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1412638211009103755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1412638211009103755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/vamos-algum-dia-partilhar-mesma-cama.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-2469962165629559108</id><published>2011-11-01T20:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:34:14.953Z</updated><title type='text'>downton abbey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;violet, dowager countess of grantham-oh my dears. is it really true? i can't believe it. last night he looked so well. of course it would happen to a foreigner. it's typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;lady mary crawley-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;on't be ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;violet, dowager countess of grantham-i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;'m not being ridiculous. no englishman would dream of dying in someone else's house, especially somebody they didn't even know. &lt;/span&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/1760967646049949405-2469962165629559108?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2469962165629559108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/downton-abbey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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representado uma das maiores esperanças políticas, económicas e sociais da democracia portuguesa, a educação acabou, pelo contrário, por se transformar com o tempo em mais um problema, não havendo resposta óbvia para o resolver."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3126913931367155482?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3126913931367155482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/luciano-amaral-economia-portuguesa-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3126913931367155482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fazer aos novos desempregados; mensurar os ganhos com as exportações e perceber quão mais equilibrada seria a nossa balança comercial; como se iria financiar e reorganizar o sistema bancário e afins, bem como o próprio estado; quais os riscos de um crash bolsista; como resolver a redução de poder de compra das famílias e o aumento das taxas de juro; como controlar o possível aumento de inflação; como articular institucionalmente esta decisão com a UE, de modo a não prejudicar o € no contexto externo; quanto tempo de "protecção" internacional seria necessário; etc. se o problema é produtividade e crescimento, não tentemos a receita do passado: competitividade por baixos salários.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1693038089141097934?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-8749147690312329911</id><published>2011-10-24T10:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:27:17.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>choosing the title is the hardest thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the words i said are the same you didn't listen to. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;made dinner for two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;there's an ant eating my world, fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;quando não vivo não sofro, quando não falas não dói.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;mudei de perfume. got a great harvest from this grief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i couldn't save you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;a minha vida é um poema que escrevi há muito tempo atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8749147690312329911?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8749147690312329911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/choosing-title-is-hardest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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vejo?&lt;br /&gt;-quiçá no meu funeral.&lt;br /&gt;-então preciso de comprar uns bons sapatos pretos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3898924005978842305?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3898924005978842305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-e-que-te-vejo-quica-no-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3898924005978842305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3898924005978842305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-4859277873824247179</id><published>2011-10-21T16:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:29:27.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a widow in distress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-4859277873824247179?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4859277873824247179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-widow-in-distress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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reis, não deviam sequer ambicionar ser reis ou fazer parte de uma elite de poder. mas uma sociedade que ignora e enobrecimento do espírito, uma sociedade que não cultiva as grandes ideias humanistas, acabará, novamente, na violência e na autodestruição."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by rob riemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-4610384890655201001?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4610384890655201001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/george-steiner-ideia-de-europa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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morrer. e quem diz o contrário, mente. &lt;br /&gt;-e os suicídios?&lt;br /&gt;-tenho a plena convicção que se arrependem algures no processo. simplesmente já não conseguem voltar atrás. a agonia da morte existe sempre, nem que seja por uma pequena fracção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8199607492128031913?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8199607492128031913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/nunca-estaremos-preparados-para-morrer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8199607492128031913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-6038513652742693411</id><published>2011-10-16T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:00:04.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o lugar do crime não tem sangue. mas o abutres farejaram a morte e já circundam a vítima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6038513652742693411?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-6446137149746613519</id><published>2011-10-12T16:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:54:14.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-how r u?&lt;br /&gt;-i'm fine, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;-... i'm really asking how r u?&lt;br /&gt;-i'm fine, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;-okay. is it bearable?&lt;br /&gt;-no, not yet. but i know, at some point, it will become bearable.&lt;br /&gt;-and till then?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't know. i don't have all the answers. (pause) but, probably, i just sit in my chair and write a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6446137149746613519?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6446137149746613519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-r-u-im-fine-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6446137149746613519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6446137149746613519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-r-u-im-fine-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1458231231775610507</id><published>2011-10-11T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:16:33.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"nós nascemos sozinhos, vivemos sozinhos e morremos sozinhos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by antónio lobo antunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1458231231775610507?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1458231231775610507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/nos-nascemos-sozinhos-vivemos-sozinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1458231231775610507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1458231231775610507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/nos-nascemos-sozinhos-vivemos-sozinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1085377686235458591</id><published>2011-10-10T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:20:53.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rabbit hole.</title><content type='html'>nat-you're not right about everything, you know? what if there is a god? &lt;br /&gt;becca-then i'd say he's a sadistic prick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1085377686235458591?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1085377686235458591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/rabbit-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1085377686235458591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1085377686235458591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/rabbit-hole.html' title='rabbit hole.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-8363172142030861115</id><published>2011-10-10T11:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:51:15.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like the sad version of us.</title><content type='html'>you knew i was troubled. i did know you were. and so what? there are moments when our kingdoms fall apart. then you choose whether you want to adapt or die. but you can't kill it. it's not fair. you can't leave with an open wound and just walk away. it's not fair to promise it lasts forever when you're walking away. sometimes i don't say it. sometimes i cannot do it. but if you could see my inside, i'm sure you'd fall in love. so i want our happily ever after back, it's my request. asked god "and now, what to do?" he said he didn't know. thank god i know it best. i won't stand by watching you leaving and do nothing. what we lost can be returned to us. you just need to have a little faith. faith in us. (pause) i think i'm not gettin' it yet. i imagine ourselves somewhere out there walking our love in a winter day. (pause) in conclusion, you lost the love i love the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8363172142030861115?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8363172142030861115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-like-sad-version-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8363172142030861115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8363172142030861115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-like-sad-version-of-us.html' title='i don&apos;t like the sad version of us.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-4836685820715001292</id><published>2011-10-07T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:27:43.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as ruas têm nomes, mas não guardam passos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-4836685820715001292?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4836685820715001292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-ruas-tem-nomes-mas-nao-guardam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/4836685820715001292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/4836685820715001292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-ruas-tem-nomes-mas-nao-guardam.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-323659585698516117</id><published>2011-09-20T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:10:02.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amor, só agora me apercebi que foi o teu aniversário. mil perdões. perdões mil. sinto-me terrivelmente esmagado pelo meu esquecimento e ou pela minha atempada não vinda ao facebook. o meu roupeiro ficará de luto até que me dês o teu perdão. dito isto, o que eu queria mesmo comemorar era os teus 19 anos e 2 dias. esta sim, é uma data relevante. PARABÉNS! espero ver-te em breve. love, stevens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-323659585698516117?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/323659585698516117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/amor-so-agora-me-apercebi-que-foi-o-teu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/323659585698516117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/323659585698516117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/amor-so-agora-me-apercebi-que-foi-o-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1989833850897665333</id><published>2011-09-17T20:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:25:52.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who's the boy who murdered love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1989833850897665333?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1989833850897665333/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-94554644373497624</id><published>2011-09-07T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T14:47:12.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perco "capital social" a cada ano que passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-94554644373497624?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/94554644373497624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/perco-capital-social-cada-ano-que-passa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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here i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-470013394601823423?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/470013394601823423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-scared-of-having-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/470013394601823423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/470013394601823423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-scared-of-having-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3352808421425673442</id><published>2011-08-05T11:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:55:26.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a hand talker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3352808421425673442?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3352808421425673442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3307322026109321611</id><published>2011-08-01T03:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:51:01.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>já vinha no talmude lá do sítio, mas agora parece que é mesmo verdade. quando o vinho entra, os segredos saem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3307322026109321611?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3307322026109321611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-9071588051835059054</id><published>2011-07-31T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:36:17.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people r just too much, too much hon'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-9071588051835059054?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/9071588051835059054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/people-r-just-too-much-too-much-hon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dado pelo número de cafés e restaurantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-4284301627295473301?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4284301627295473301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/criatividade-portuguesa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/4284301627295473301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/4284301627295473301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/criatividade-portuguesa.html' title='criatividade portuguesa.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-7346442449491680755</id><published>2011-07-21T15:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:12:00.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"num governo não se faz currículo profissional, faz-se um serviço ao país."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by josé medeiros ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-7346442449491680755?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-9133499351918813524</id><published>2011-07-20T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:41:14.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a late starter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-9133499351918813524?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/9133499351918813524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-late-starter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me?'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3182357475446685608</id><published>2011-06-08T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:09:38.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow will be the tomorrow i promised you yesterday.</title><content type='html'>everyone has point in their lives when they will go through grief and loss. let's make it now. because of ghosts. ghosts from the past. they're around, getting stronger and coming closer... haunting my mind. so tired of this background sound in my head. having said that, this is not the time nor the place. so, beast please be still.&lt;div 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yesterday.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-8326215264690200797</id><published>2011-06-07T17:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:13:37.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide note</title><content type='html'>"la vie m'est insupportable... pardonnez-moi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by dalida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8326215264690200797?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-5100526398921127939</id><published>2011-06-07T17:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:11:27.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't avoid thinking marginalized people are the most interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-5100526398921127939?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5100526398921127939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/cant-avoid-thinking-marginalized-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>i'm gonna make a pony club to myself and i'll be really happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3430692706457989823?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3430692706457989823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/trapped-into-kieslowkis-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3430692706457989823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3430692706457989823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-5264692023297075498</id><published>2011-05-31T10:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:21:19.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adoraria adorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-5264692023297075498?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5264692023297075498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/05/adoraria-adorar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1206814789700074900</id><published>2011-04-16T00:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:59:41.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"it may be true that the law cannot make a man love me. but it can keep him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by mlk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1206814789700074900?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1206814789700074900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/5191070385594329241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/5191070385594329241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/tenho-saudades-das-toalhas-vermelhas-do.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-6248801444282683715</id><published>2011-04-03T12:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:48:28.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't wanna be the last to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6248801444282683715?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6248801444282683715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-wanna-be-last-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6248801444282683715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6248801444282683715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-wanna-be-last-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-4478827596314868553</id><published>2011-03-29T18:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:55:00.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it seems i've burned paradise.</title><content type='html'>it seems i've burned paradise, though i have no idea how. so let's say goodbye to march with antony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who'll take care of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I die, will I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope there's someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who'll set my heart free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nice to hold when I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's a ghost on the horizon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I go to bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How can I fall asleep at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How will I rest my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I'm scared of the middle place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Between light and nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want to be the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Left in there, left in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's a man on the horizon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wish that I'd go to bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If I fall to his feet tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will allow rest my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here's hoping I will not drown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or paralyze in light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And godsend I don't want to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To the seal's watershed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who'll take care of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I die, Will I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who'll set my heart free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nice to hold when I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony and The Johnsons-Hope there's someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-4478827596314868553?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4478827596314868553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-seems-ive-burned-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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imaginary house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-2085002136917308747?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2085002136917308747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/everybody-is-invited-to-dinner-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/2085002136917308747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/2085002136917308747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/everybody-is-invited-to-dinner-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-6507193556951061830</id><published>2011-03-08T13:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:20:55.538Z</updated><title type='text'>i can assure you i saw a dinosaur at my window.</title><content type='html'>it's like a drug, but without dinosaurs sat on my window. i saved money to invest in pain, but there isn't such market. i want a regular life. like waking up in a saturday morning, dressing pretty and going out with the aim of buying some fruits and pain. people don't realize the value of darkness with no pain attached is actually zero. it's like waiting for an announced life that had never come. i want to wear a dead person's coat cause it would make me believe. i wanna be a chargé d'affaires for pain. i'm not trying to wreck your life, i'm just trying to make mine better. no more linear thoughts, okay? i'm hungry for pain, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6507193556951061830?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6507193556951061830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-assure-you-i-saw-dinosaur-at-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6507193556951061830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6507193556951061830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-assure-you-i-saw-dinosaur-at-my.html' title='i can assure you i saw a dinosaur at my window.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3418672289257366812</id><published>2011-03-08T13:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:55:12.654Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"gostava mesmo de chegar aos 102, mas só se ainda tiver taramenho para tirar os pêlos do bigode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by old woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3418672289257366812?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3418672289257366812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/gostava-mesmo-de-chegar-aos-102-mas-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3418672289257366812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3418672289257366812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/gostava-mesmo-de-chegar-aos-102-mas-so.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3210920980437358127</id><published>2011-02-01T16:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:00:37.934Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-o que é me quer dizer sobre o seu curriculum?&lt;br /&gt;-hum... (pausa) é papel A4 e ainda não está em modelo europeu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3210920980437358127?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3210920980437358127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-que-e-me-quer-dizer-sobre-o-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3210920980437358127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3210920980437358127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-que-e-me-quer-dizer-sobre-o-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-6824440074912942818</id><published>2011-01-21T18:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:07:32.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;cheguei e a porta estava aberta. mas não fui eu que a abri. quando lá cheguei, ela já estava aberta. eu não lhe mexi. deixei-a exactamente à mesma distância que a encontrei. não fui eu. se não lhe mexi, não posso ter sido eu. não deixei a porta aberta. nem fechada. deixei-a tal qual a encontrei. não lhe toquei com um dedo. no máximo respirei um bocado para cima dela. aliás, não foi para cima dela. simplesmente não estava a pensar para onde direccionar o meu bafo. mas não fui eu. não deixei a porta aberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6824440074912942818?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6824440074912942818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/01/cheguei-e-porta-estava-aberta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6824440074912942818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/6824440074912942818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-51508707480665506</id><published>2011-01-04T23:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:49:41.252Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>though i'm not around, i still think we will meet in a dark corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-51508707480665506?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/51508707480665506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/01/though-im-not-around-i-still-think-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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but he didn't show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1798589062578990663?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1798589062578990663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-invited-devil-to-my-christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1798589062578990663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1798589062578990663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-invited-devil-to-my-christmas-party.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1252284271403468141?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1252284271403468141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/deviam-inventar-mais-meses-para-os-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1252284271403468141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1252284271403468141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/deviam-inventar-mais-meses-para-os-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-4186166532093494569</id><published>2010-12-18T11:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:21:21.127Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as casas velhas cheiram a vidas mortas. procuro fotografias dessas pessoas na minha cabeça. quando as encontro não as reconheço. volto a procurar. volto a não conseguir reconhecer. só posso sair quando tiver caras. até lá estou preso. estou preso numa vida com morte anunciada para breve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-615782955194770189</id><published>2010-12-14T19:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:09:36.119Z</updated><title type='text'>de jure.</title><content type='html'>dreams should be in the criminal code. since when retail theft or theft of property are more important than theft of dreams? or vandalism more important than an assault on dreams? as far as i'm concerned it's a much bigger criminal offense. no one should be allowed to rape my dreams. we must review this compilation of government laws right now.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law" title="Law"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-7279021415704357273</id><published>2010-12-09T23:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:01:23.884Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o cúmulo da canastrice é fazer um casting para uma personagem em coma e não ser seleccionado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-7279021415704357273?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7279021415704357273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-5623106743531410334</id><published>2010-12-08T10:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:11:34.109Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-quando é que pretendias avisar-me de que ias embora?&lt;br /&gt;-quando já tivesse ido embora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-5623106743531410334?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5623106743531410334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-e-que-pretendias-avisar-me-de.html#comment-form' title='0 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nome é joão e condeno o dia em que que joguei FM pela primeira vez. o meu desempenho escolar diminuiu substancialmente. tendo em conta que o estado já não me vai conseguir oferecer um subsídio de desemprego, tenciono agora pedir uma indeminização à SEGA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3348430060485144741?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3348430060485144741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/ola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/3348430060485144741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gracefully&lt;br /&gt;somehow i don't think i'll be getting off that easily&lt;br /&gt;i meant her no harm&lt;br /&gt;when i left her unlocked&lt;br /&gt;outside the orange street food farm&lt;br /&gt;i was just running in&lt;br /&gt;didn't think i'd be that long&lt;br /&gt;i came out, she was gone&lt;br /&gt;and all that was there was some bored old dog&lt;br /&gt;leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been&lt;br /&gt;guess we'll never see poor madeleine again&lt;br /&gt;let this be consolation, steven&lt;br /&gt;that all the while you were in england&lt;br /&gt;i treated her with care and respect&lt;br /&gt;and gave her lots of love&lt;br /&gt;and i was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up&lt;br /&gt;where has she gone?&lt;br /&gt;well, i bet she's on the bottom of the frenchtown pond&lt;br /&gt;rudely abused on some hescher's joyride&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote you this song&lt;br /&gt;in the hopes that you'd forgive me&lt;br /&gt;even though it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;being so careless with a thing so great&lt;br /&gt;and taking your poor madeleine away, away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-2237203333499532908?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2237203333499532908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/decemberists-apology-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/2237203333499532908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/2237203333499532908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3344344080762737499</id><published>2010-11-04T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:13:18.804Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm the fated god forgot to guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3344344080762737499?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3344344080762737499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-fated-god-forgot-to-guide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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go out and deal with drunk drugged human zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-7653908833969328692?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7653908833969328692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-stay-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/7653908833969328692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/7653908833969328692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-stay-at-home.html' title='i&apos;ll stay at home.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-5214554561159704116</id><published>2010-10-25T22:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:35:58.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>como é que vamos fazer quando os chineses deixarem de se contentar com uma tigela de arroz por dia e quiserem ter um frigorífico ou um carro... ou uma mala dolce &amp;amp; gabbana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-5214554561159704116?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-7760510196622729081</id><published>2010-10-25T22:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:33:38.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>desculpa, esqueci-me que existias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-7760510196622729081?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7760510196622729081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/desculpa-esqueci-me-que-existias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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faculdade de pobres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-5901232210747517035?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5901232210747517035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-faz-sentido-um-sem-abrigo-pedir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/5901232210747517035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/5901232210747517035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-faz-sentido-um-sem-abrigo-pedir.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1296930533237478810</id><published>2010-10-08T08:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:08:24.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>comi batatas fritas quentes na cantina pela terceira vez consecutiva. até me vieram as lágrimas aos olhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1296930533237478810?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-3037278792381332429</id><published>2010-10-04T18:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:33:16.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sense there's something in the rain that makes it the tragic element of life. it's an overpowering force inside me that tells that. i can't resist the appeal of something falling. i guess that's the reason why i do love the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-3037278792381332429?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3037278792381332429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-4390713820832153408</id><published>2010-10-01T23:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:28:46.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a pretensa crise do neoliberalismo tornou-se o questionamento europeu da social democracia num abrir e fechar de olhos. com uma evolução teórica em excesso de velocidade, quem se lixa são as editoras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-4390713820832153408?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4390713820832153408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-193985953115145255</id><published>2010-09-26T01:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:23:49.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"a ideia é tornar os pensamentos diferentes impossíveis e, se estes começarem a decorrer, relegar as alternativas para a terra do nunca da irresponsabilidade derradeira, onde zelotas idealistas e mal informados enraivecem loucamente, inspirando apenas os que são facilmente enganados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geografia do poder-richard peet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-193985953115145255?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-8440929759530374934</id><published>2010-09-26T00:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:09:23.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>à espera da manhã seguinte.</title><content type='html'>pensei em entrar nos serviços académicos para rasgar os computadores e destruir os papéis à paulada. houve coisas que quis que soubesses, mas que nunca cheguei a dizer-te. há mais empresas municipais do que municípios. há milhares de fundações e parcerias público-privadas do mais inútil que se possa pensar. logo, um aumento de impostos não me parece propriamente imprescindível. escrevo sentado à espera que a chuva caia e leve as minhas palavras. fui ao médico e o meu estômago aconselhou-me a deixar de beber. se todos os anúncios de emprego pretenderem pessoas com experiência profissional nunca receberei um ordenado. faço uma reconceptualização dos meus conceitos a cada cinco minutos. entro na sala a dizer que tudo vai correr bem, quando sei que tudo vai correr mal e que me vou magoar. sinto-me assustado por não estar assustado com a palavra neoliberalismo. os especialistas, que não a conhecem, dizem ser extremamente perigosa. fiquei tão absorvido pelos sons da água e das árvores a baloiçar ao  ritmo do vento que pensei estar sozinho no mundo. quando sais o tempo pára e fica a olhar fixamente para mim. recebi uma carta registada a avisar que estou morto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8440929759530374934?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8440929759530374934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/espera-da-manha-seguinte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8440929759530374934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8440929759530374934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/espera-da-manha-seguinte.html' title='à espera da manhã seguinte.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-6270065040905592291</id><published>2010-09-20T23:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:18:14.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the spirit is here.</title><content type='html'>the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is here. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is 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gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. and i'll haunt your dreams. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. the spirit is gone. the spirit was gone. and now i'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6270065040905592291?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-5394817000244672752</id><published>2010-09-20T21:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:18:17.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>princípio de uma nova existência.</title><content type='html'>caminhava a pé. era noite. havia luzes nas janelas. conseguia sentir-se o cheiro a pessoas. imaginava como seriam aquelas vidas. como seriam aquelas pessoas. tudo me parecia incómodo, feio, mau. mas por mais morto que tudo aquilo estivesse, o desejo de alimentar-me daquelas vidas tornava-se a necessidade de uma vida. da minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-5394817000244672752?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-1144130024863258336</id><published>2010-09-18T16:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:33:26.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é nos dias frios que o tempo passa e a vida acontece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1144130024863258336?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1144130024863258336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-nos-dias-frios-que-o-tempo-passa-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1144130024863258336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/1144130024863258336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-nos-dias-frios-que-o-tempo-passa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-7608690362909825026</id><published>2010-09-14T09:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:30:03.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosto de pensar que o aumento dos benefícios do cartão jovem está em nada associado à redução dos mesmos para o cartão de estudante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-7608690362909825026?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7608690362909825026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/gosto-de-pensar-que-o-aumento-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/7608690362909825026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/7608690362909825026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/gosto-de-pensar-que-o-aumento-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-8177944481909774286</id><published>2010-09-05T00:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:48:21.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>miopia liberal.</title><content type='html'>já em 74 o bruno leoni estranhava que fossem os economistas os principais defensores da liberdade individual. passados mais de 30 anos, verificar que o leoni ainda tem razão causa-me algum transtorno intelectual. concluo que os filósofos já não existem, os juristas estão velhos e os senhores cientistas da política adormecidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8177944481909774286?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8177944481909774286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/miopia-liberal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8177944481909774286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8177944481909774286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/miopia-liberal.html' title='miopia liberal.'/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-6335875497440048010</id><published>2010-09-03T15:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:38:39.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you gave me the answer you're looking for.</title><content type='html'>"this is not love. this is just an idea of something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by mr. z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-6335875497440048010?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-839616202758851537</id><published>2010-09-02T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:34:17.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"de que serve ter olhos azuis claros quando se é estrábico?... nada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-839616202758851537?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/839616202758851537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/de-que-serve-ter-olhos-azuis-claros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/839616202758851537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/839616202758851537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/de-que-serve-ter-olhos-azuis-claros.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-7471396431154276503</id><published>2010-08-24T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:48:55.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll end up in the mountains because you asked me to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-7471396431154276503?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7471396431154276503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-end-up-in-mountains-because-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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eu queria era andar à chuva de mãos dadas. o tempo não autorizou. e tu não quiseste esperar. guardei o coração no bolso e fiquei privado de movimentos. só me restou dirigir o olhar para tudo o que mexia. mas não existia nada a mover-se. tudo aquilo que existia ou que por ventura poderia vir a existir cessou de viver quando deste o primeiro passo em direcção à lagoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-1185723522336097702?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1185723522336097702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/cap-ou-pas-cap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8424670066766236043?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8424670066766236043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/amor-nao-so-com-amor-se-paga.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8424670066766236043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8424670066766236043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/amor-nao-so-com-amor-se-paga.html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-2953539628147125845</id><published>2010-08-18T11:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:59:06.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage.</title><content type='html'>mary-are you thinking about gettin' married?&lt;br /&gt;lucy-i'm not ready for cooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-2953539628147125845?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2953539628147125845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-788899124192110631?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/788899124192110631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-love-with-my-sorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/788899124192110631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/788899124192110631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-love-with-my-sorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>snevs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05432278324575559921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-4589544365044598177</id><published>2010-07-30T23:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:10:11.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>olhei para o lado e vi a poligamia em serie. e não estou a falar do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big love&lt;/span&gt;. estou assustado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-4589544365044598177?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LT_ipADE29A/SkJdqYtaEZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2gCtkgFbrb0/S220/gtn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760967646049949405.post-7245943782485664396</id><published>2010-07-21T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:13:37.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vesti a pele do cão e gastei os sonhos. peço desculpa por isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-7245943782485664396?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7245943782485664396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/07/vesti-pele-do-cao-e-gastei-os-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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vejo na Igreja não são aquelas que estão mais próximas da religião, são apenas as que se encontram no lugar mais frequentado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760967646049949405-8074536108776201596?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8074536108776201596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com/2010/07/elogio-da-loucura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8074536108776201596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760967646049949405/posts/default/8074536108776201596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id=":19a"&gt;"agora oferece-me  um passarinho morto que caçaste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19c"&gt;e tudo fica bem outra vez."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by keith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="km" role="chatMessage" live="assertive"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19c"&gt; &lt;img framecount="40" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;im/emotisprites/grin0.png&amp;quot;); background-position: 0px -132px;" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" onload="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" onmouseover="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" alt=":D" pattern="grin" createtime="1278718909690" iconset="classic" height="12" width="13" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1760967646049949405-7960777330442477971?l=coleaarteaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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