<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765</id><updated>2012-01-30T00:00:19.192Z</updated><category term='letra'/><category term='your ex-lover is dead'/><category term='amor electro'/><category term='technology'/><category term='humanos'/><category term='kiss me oh kiss me'/><category term='Daniel Johnston'/><category term='translated lyrics'/><category term='virgem suta'/><category term='stars'/><category term='a maquina'/><category term='margarida pinto'/><category term='carla bruni'/><category term='susana félix'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='álvaro de campos'/><category term='silence 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day&lt;br&gt;You really want to hole up&lt;br&gt;You really want to stay inside and sleep the light away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think it's good to go out,&lt;br&gt;cause if you don't you'll never make a memory that will stay,&lt;br&gt;I think that you should wake up,&lt;br&gt;I think I want to live my life and you're just in my way&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-8465635454442223541?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/8465635454442223541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=8465635454442223541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-7499561996455522651</id><published>2011-12-18T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:34:42.451Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Come All Ye Faithful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All I Want For Christmas Is You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Video: Músicas de natal do David Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All I Want For Christmas Is You 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vender,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vou ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Por ter o que eu não tenho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou ficar.&lt;br /&gt;É de pedir aos céus,&lt;br /&gt;A mim, a ti e a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;É de pedir aos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor é meu,&lt;br /&gt;E cedo, vou saber&lt;br /&gt;Que triste é viver,&lt;br /&gt;Que sina, ai, que amor,&lt;br /&gt;Já nem vou mais chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Gritar, ligar, voltar,&lt;br /&gt;A máquina parou,&lt;br /&gt;Deixou de tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir e não mentir,&lt;br /&gt;Amar e querer ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Que pena é ver-te assim,&lt;br /&gt;Já sem saberes de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei o teu perdão,&lt;br /&gt;Quis ser o que já fui,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou mais fugir,&lt;br /&gt;A viagem começou,&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor é meu&lt;br /&gt;E cedo vou saber,&lt;br /&gt;Que triste é viver,&lt;br /&gt;Que sina, ai, que amor.&lt;br /&gt;Já nem vou mais chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Gritar, ligar, voltar,&lt;br /&gt;A máquina parou.&lt;br /&gt;Deixou de tocar,&lt;br /&gt;É de pedir aos céus,&lt;br /&gt;A mim, a ti e a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero é ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;É de pedir aos céus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor é teu,&lt;br /&gt;E eu já só vou amar,&lt;br /&gt;Que bom não acabou,&lt;br /&gt;A máquina acordou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-4249186838051961259?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/4249186838051961259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=4249186838051961259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=3948732579033295150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/3948732579033295150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/3948732579033295150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2010/10/video-angle-song-silence-4.html' title='Video: Angel Song - Silence 4'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-6929617744172287724</id><published>2010-09-05T21:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:46:30.284+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linhas cruzadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgem suta'/><title type='text'>Letra: Linhas Cruzadas - Virgem Suta</title><content type='html'>Reajo a esse incomodo olhar&lt;br /&gt;nem quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que vem na minha direcção.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que estou a reparar&lt;br /&gt;nem queres disfarçar &lt;br /&gt;roubas a minha atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprecio o teu dom de tornar &lt;br /&gt;complico o meu falar &lt;br /&gt;numa total confusão.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que só de imaginar &lt;br /&gt;que te vou encontrar &lt;br /&gt;me sobe à boca o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falas de ti &lt;br /&gt;e Falas do tempo &lt;br /&gt;prolongas o momento &lt;br /&gt;com um simples cumprimentar &lt;br /&gt;falas do dia &lt;br /&gt;falas da noite &lt;br /&gt;nem sei que responda &lt;br /&gt;perdido no teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que sempre ouvi dizer &lt;br /&gt;que do querer ou fazer &lt;br /&gt;vai um enorme esticão &lt;br /&gt;mas haverá quem possa negar &lt;br /&gt;que querer é poder &lt;br /&gt;e o nunca é uma invenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que este nosso cruzar &lt;br /&gt;pode até nem passar &lt;br /&gt;de um capricho sem valor &lt;br /&gt;mas porque raio hei-de evitar &lt;br /&gt;se esse teu ar &lt;br /&gt;me trouxe ao sangue calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falas de ti &lt;br /&gt;e falas do tempo &lt;br /&gt;prolongas o momento &lt;br /&gt;com um simples cumprimentar &lt;br /&gt;falas do dia &lt;br /&gt;falas da noite &lt;br /&gt;nem sei que responda &lt;br /&gt;perdido no teu olhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-6929617744172287724?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-8595258220344732402</id><published>2010-05-02T14:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:42:35.148+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deolinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passou por mim e sorriu'/><title type='text'>Letra: Passou Por Mim e Sorriu</title><content type='html'>Ela passou por mim e sorriu,&lt;br /&gt;e a chuva parou de cair,&lt;br /&gt;o meu bairro feio torna-se perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;e um monte de entulho jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O charco inquinado voltou a ser lago,&lt;br /&gt;e o peixe ao contrário virou.&lt;br /&gt;Do esgoto empestado saiu perfumando,&lt;br /&gt;um rio de nenúfares em flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,&lt;br /&gt;que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,&lt;br /&gt;eu sou um delírio do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a chuva grossa que entope a fossa,&lt;br /&gt;que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,&lt;br /&gt;mas quero voar por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No metro enlatado os corpos apertados,&lt;br /&gt;suspiram o ver-me entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressas que há tempo, &lt;br /&gt;'tá gasto o momento,&lt;br /&gt;e tudo mais pode esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O puto do cão com seu acordeão,&lt;br /&gt;põe toda a gente a dançar,&lt;br /&gt;e baila o ladrão,&lt;br /&gt;com o polícia p'la mão,&lt;br /&gt;esvoaçam confetis no ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,&lt;br /&gt;que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,&lt;br /&gt;eu sou um delírio do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a chuva grossa que entope a fossa,&lt;br /&gt;que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,&lt;br /&gt;mas quero voar por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há portas abertas e ruas cobertas,&lt;br /&gt;e enfeites de festas sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;e por todo o lado é ouvido e dançado,&lt;br /&gt;o fado é cantado a rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqueles que vejo que abraço que beijo,&lt;br /&gt;falam já meio a sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;se o mundo deu nisto e bastou um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;o que será se ele me falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,&lt;br /&gt;que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,&lt;br /&gt;eu sou um delírio do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a chuva grossa que entope a fossa,&lt;br /&gt;que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,&lt;br /&gt;mas quero voar por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,&lt;br /&gt;que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,&lt;br /&gt;eu sou um delírio do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a chuva grossa que entope a fossa,&lt;br /&gt;que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,&lt;br /&gt;mas quero voar por favor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ganho,&lt;br /&gt;vai-se a ver desperdiçamos, &lt;br /&gt;sem nada dar a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, faz uma pausa,&lt;br /&gt;encosta o carro, &lt;br /&gt;sai da corrida,&lt;br /&gt;larga essa guerra, &lt;br /&gt;que a tua meta,&lt;br /&gt;está deste lado,&lt;br /&gt;da tua vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda de nível,&lt;br /&gt;sai do estado invisível,&lt;br /&gt;põe o modo compatível,&lt;br /&gt;com a minha condição,&lt;br /&gt;que a tua vida,&lt;br /&gt;é real e repetida,&lt;br /&gt;dá-te mais que o impossível,&lt;br /&gt;se me deres a tua mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai de casa e vem comigo para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;vem, q'essa vida que tens,&lt;br /&gt;por mais vidas que tu ganhes,&lt;br /&gt;é a tua que,&lt;br /&gt;mais perde se não vens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai de casa e vem comigo para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;vem, q'essa vida que tens,&lt;br /&gt;por mais vidas que tu ganhes,&lt;br /&gt;é a tua que,&lt;br /&gt;mais perde se não vens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, mostra o que vales,&lt;br /&gt;tu nesse jogo, &lt;br /&gt;vales tão pouco,&lt;br /&gt;troca de vício,&lt;br /&gt;por outro novo, &lt;br /&gt;que o desafio,&lt;br /&gt;é corpo a corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhe a arma, &lt;br /&gt;a estratégia que não falhe, &lt;br /&gt;o lado forte da batalha, &lt;br /&gt;põe no máximo o poder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te a vantagem, tu com tudo, eu sem nada,&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo assim, desarmada, vou-te ensinar a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai de casa e vem comigo para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;vem, q'essa vida que tens,&lt;br /&gt;por mais vidas que tu ganhes,&lt;br /&gt;é a tua que,&lt;br /&gt;mais perde se não vens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai de casa e vem comigo para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;vem, q'essa vida que tens,&lt;br /&gt;por mais vidas que tu ganhes,&lt;br /&gt;é a tua que,&lt;br /&gt;mais perde se não vens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai de casa e vem comigo para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;vem, q'essa vida que tens,&lt;br /&gt;por mais vidas que tu ganhes,&lt;br /&gt;é a tua que,&lt;br /&gt;mais perde se não vens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai de casa e vem comigo para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;vem, q'essa vida que tens,&lt;br /&gt;por mais vidas que tu ganhes,&lt;br /&gt;é a tua que,&lt;br /&gt;mais perde se não vens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai de casa e vem comigo para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;vem, q'essa vida que tens,&lt;br /&gt;por mais vidas que tu ganhes,&lt;br /&gt;é a tua que,&lt;br /&gt;mais perde se não vens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-1546010949357508639?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/1546010949357508639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=1546010949357508639' title='4 Comentários'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love Will Find You In The End'/><title type='text'>Letra: True Love Will Find You In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True love will find you in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll find out just who was your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be sad, I know you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But don't give up until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True love finds you in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a promise with a catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only if you look will it find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause true love is searching too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But how can it recognize you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unless you step out into the light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be said, I know you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't give up until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True love finds you in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma versão pelos &lt;i&gt;Headless Heroes&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;a href="http://song.ly/2jith"&gt;http://song.ly/2jith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-5153088819019711741?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/5153088819019711741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=5153088819019711741' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your ex-lover is dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><title type='text'>Video: Your Ex-Lover is Dead - Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4v8FJhQ-teE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4v8FJhQ-teE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" t width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-2856500752463078629?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/2856500752463078629/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-8970513368431393232</id><published>2009-01-31T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:28:05.879Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translated lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carla bruni'/><title type='text'>Quelqu'un m'a dit (em pt)</title><content type='html'>Disseram-me que as nossas vidas, não valem grande coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Passam num instante, como desbotam as rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Disseram-me que o tempo é um bastardo escorregadio,&lt;br /&gt;Que com os nossos sofrimentos faz para ele casacos,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda alguém me disse que ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;refrao&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me disse que, ainda me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Será que é possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/refrao&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem-me que o destino goza connosco&lt;br /&gt;Que não nos dá nada, que nos promete tudo&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi que a felicidade está ao alcance da mão,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, estendemos a mão e vêmo-nos loucos&lt;br /&gt;Mas alguém me disse que ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;refrao&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me disse que, ainda me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Será que é possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/refrao&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem me disse que ainda me amas?&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembro, era noite tardia,&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a ouvir a voz, mas não vejo a face&lt;br /&gt;"Ele ama-te, é segredo, não lhe digas que to foi dito"&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, alguém me disse que ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me amas, disseram-me mesmo que ...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me amas, será que é possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disseram-me que as nossas vidas, não valem de muito,&lt;br /&gt;Elas passam num instante, como desbotam as rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Disseram-me que o tempo é um bastardo escorregadio,&lt;br /&gt;Que com as nossas tristezas faz para ele casacos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas alguém me disse que ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;refrao&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me disse que, ainda me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Será que é possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/refrao&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-8970513368431393232?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/8970513368431393232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=8970513368431393232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/8970513368431393232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/8970513368431393232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2009/01/quelquun-ma-dit-em-pt.html' title='Quelqu&apos;un m&apos;a dit (em pt)'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-5041766518509494463</id><published>2008-12-28T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:44:08.731Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss me oh kiss me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Letra: Kiss Me, Oh Kiss Me - David Fonseca</title><content type='html'>So when the fight is over,&lt;br /&gt;And the storm is through,&lt;br /&gt;Now will you pick another?&lt;br /&gt;What will you get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stand in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;With those boxing gloves on you,&lt;br /&gt;You're old, scared and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we've all been there too... uh uh&lt;br /&gt;We've been all there too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;If that can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me...&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations...&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you're through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might, take them home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cracks in the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we've all fell there before,&lt;br /&gt;And bones built into skeleton,&lt;br /&gt;We've all been through that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;If that can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me...&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations...&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you're through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;Will that make things right ?&lt;br /&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me...&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations...&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you're through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might...&lt;br /&gt;I just might, take you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;We've all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;We have all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;We've all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-5041766518509494463?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-1242105874264670258</id><published>2008-09-20T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:32:17.831+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Nokia's 4th screen revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97a4nO-Vzfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97a4nO-Vzfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-1242105874264670258?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/1242105874264670258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=1242105874264670258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/1242105874264670258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/1242105874264670258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2008/09/nokias-4th-screen-revolution.html' title='Nokia&apos;s 4th screen revolution'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-511034207605783861</id><published>2008-08-03T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:47:41.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1234'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesame-street'/><title type='text'>Video: Feist on Sesame Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-feist-on-sesame-street.html' title='Video: Feist on Sesame Street'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-1293946079140846128</id><published>2007-12-09T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:30:54.567+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susana félix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flutuo'/><title type='text'>Letra: Flutuo - Susana Félix</title><content type='html'>Flutuo, consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;br /&gt;Balanço é o que a maré me dá e eu não contesto&lt;br /&gt;O meu destino está fora de mim e eu aceito&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu despida de medos e culpas, confesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fingir que não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Só para não te ouvir dizer que as coisas vão mudar&lt;br /&gt;amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuo, consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;br /&gt;Balanço é o que a maré me dá e eu não contesto&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, pensar nisso sempre me dá mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Fazer de mim pretérito mais que perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fingir que não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Só para não te ouvir dizer que as coisas vão mudar&lt;br /&gt;amanhã, amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fugir para não me dar a vontade de ser tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para não me ouvir dizer que as coisas vão mudar&lt;br /&gt;amanhã, amanhã, amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Flutuo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-7787907324009624073?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/7787907324009624073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=7787907324009624073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/7787907324009624073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/7787907324009624073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/12/video-flutuo-susana-flix.html' title='Video: Flutuo - Susana Félix'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-8716521475061749351</id><published>2007-11-18T14:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:29:58.803Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a culpa é da vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuela azevedo'/><title type='text'>Video: A culpa é da vontade - Humanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzbvN9E980k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/culpa-da-vontade-humanos.html' title='Video: A culpa é da vontade - Humanos'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-4740975821411603853</id><published>2007-11-18T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:30:35.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margarida pinto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apontamento'/><title type='text'>Letra: Apontamento - Margarida Pinto</title><content type='html'>A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu pela escada excessivamente abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu das mãos da criada, descuidada.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu, e eu fiz-me em mais pedaços que loiça que havia no vaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz barulho na queda como um vaso que se partia.&lt;br /&gt;E os deuses que há debruçam-se da escada.&lt;br /&gt;Para ver o que a criada fez de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não se zanguem com ela.&lt;br /&gt;São tolerantes com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asneira? Impossível? Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais sensações de quando me sentia eu.&lt;br /&gt;Asneira? Impossível? Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais sensações de quando me sentia eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu pela escada excessivamente abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;E os deuses que há debruçam-se da escada&lt;br /&gt;E sorriem à criada&lt;br /&gt;Não se zanguem com ela.&lt;br /&gt;São tolerantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio&lt;br /&gt;Caíu, partiu-se, caíu&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio&lt;br /&gt;Caíu, partiu-se, caíu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era eu, o que era eu?&lt;br /&gt;Um vaso vazio&lt;br /&gt;O que era eu, o que era eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alastra a escadaria atapetada de estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo um caco brilha entre os astros.&lt;br /&gt;A minha obra? A minha alma principal? A minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;E os deuses olham-o por não saber por que ficou ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asneira? Impossível? Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais sensações de quando me sentia eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era eu, o que era eu?&lt;br /&gt;Um vaso vazio&lt;br /&gt;O que era eu, o que era eu?&lt;br /&gt;Ai, o que era eu, o que era eu?&lt;br /&gt;Um vaso vazio&lt;br /&gt;O que era eu, o que era eu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-4740975821411603853?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/4740975821411603853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=4740975821411603853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/4740975821411603853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/4740975821411603853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/letra-apontamento-margarida-pinto.html' title='Letra: Apontamento - Margarida Pinto'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-8643405103525768777</id><published>2007-11-15T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:30:17.923+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clã'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tira a teima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Tira a Teima</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_q2DbEdEMsg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_q2DbEdEMsg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-8643405103525768777?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/8643405103525768777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=8643405103525768777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/8643405103525768777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/8643405103525768777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/tira-teima.html' title='Tira a Teima'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-4545593812542672537</id><published>2007-11-11T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:29:46.031+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='álvaro de campos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernado pessoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margarida pinto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apontamento'/><title type='text'>A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio - Álvaro de Campos</title><content type='html'>A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu pela escada excessivamente abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu das mãos da criada descuidada.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu, fez-se em mais pedaços do que havia loiça no vaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asneira? Impossível? Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais sensações do que tinha quando me sentia eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um espalhamento de cacos sobre um capacho por sacudir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz barulho na queda como um vaso que se partia.&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses que há debruçam-se do parapeito da escada.&lt;br /&gt;E fitam os cacos que a criada deles fez de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se zanguem com ela.&lt;br /&gt;São tolerantes com ela.&lt;br /&gt;O que era eu um vaso vazio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olham os cacos absurdamente conscientes,&lt;br /&gt;Mas conscientes de si mesmos, não conscientes deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olham e sorriem.&lt;br /&gt;Sorriem tolerantes à criada involuntária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alastra a grande escadaria atapetada de estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Um caco brilha, virado do exterior lustroso, entre os astros.&lt;br /&gt;A minha obra? A minha alma principal? A minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;Um caco.&lt;br /&gt;E os deuses olham-o especialmente, pois não sabem por que ficou ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;s&gt;cantado por &lt;a href="http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/apontamento-margarida-pinto.html"&gt;Margarida Pinto em Apontamento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; Afinal ouvindo melhor a Margarida pinto não canta exactamente o original do Fernando Pessoa, mas uma versão &lt;a href="http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/letra-apontamento-margarida-pinto.html"&gt;ligeiramente diferente&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-4545593812542672537?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/4545593812542672537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=4545593812542672537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/4545593812542672537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/4545593812542672537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/minha-alma-partiu-se-como-um-vaso-vazio.html' title='A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio - Álvaro de Campos'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-2711471613221892233</id><published>2007-11-11T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:18:42.475Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margarida pinto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apontamento'/><title type='text'>Apontamento - Margarida Pinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qL-cB3OIG2s&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qL-cB3OIG2s&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-2711471613221892233?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/2711471613221892233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=2711471613221892233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/2711471613221892233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/2711471613221892233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/apontamento-margarida-pinto.html' title='Apontamento - Margarida Pinto'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178216974956772765.post-266139563108645335</id><published>2007-11-11T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:13:27.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting'/><title type='text'>It starts</title><content type='html'>Este blog pretende ser uma forma de registo de músicas, letras e vídeos de que gosto ou achei piada a determinada altura.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário de outros blogs onde já escrevi, não penso preocupar-me muito com ele. Quando tiver algo para cá pôr ponho, quando me apetecer trocar de língua troco, se me apetecer escrever parvoices escrevo :)&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ver no que isto dá... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178216974956772765-266139563108645335?l=sensorialog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/feeds/266139563108645335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178216974956772765&amp;postID=266139563108645335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/266139563108645335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178216974956772765/posts/default/266139563108645335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensorialog.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-starts.html' title='It starts'/><author><name>F</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
