<?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-21877885</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:14:23.432Z</updated><title type='text'>I was a viking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-2771296188018476593</id><published>2008-09-29T01:35:00.023Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:22:01.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Aquele querido mês de Agosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/SOAxPfjmPqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/meeo2ZbUsiw/s1600-h/FotoImigrantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251251307752603298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/SOAxPfjmPqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/meeo2ZbUsiw/s400/FotoImigrantes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aquele querido mês de Agosto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Delicioso. Não me lembro de ter visto um filme assim com um sorriso nos lábios, e eu que nem gosto (muito) de filmes portugueses. O grande culpado é o sr. Manoel de Oliveira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Aquele querido mês de Agosto", fez-me recordar os meses de Agosto da minha infância. Fez-me (re)viver momentos já esquecidos onde eu era criança e que tal como muitas outras crianças esperavam ansiosas pelo mês de Agosto. O mês em que os nossos emigrantes chegavam de muito longe, daquelas bandas da Europa desenvolvida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Agosto era festa, era miudas giras, era calor, era animação, era praia, era namoro de Verão... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de ser da "cidade" os meses de Agosto eram iguais aos da mais pequena aldeia do nosso Portugal. O festival de folclore no jardim improvisado, o cantor de musica de baile no campo de futebol de terra seca (musica ligeira segundo o sr. Marante), a gasosa, o gelado de groselha ou de café feito em casa. a laranjada espanhola "&lt;em&gt;La casera&lt;/em&gt;" e a limonada bem fresquinha. O mundo como eu o conhecia deixava de existir para dar lugar a outro mundo, o mundo do Agosto. As pessoas ficavam mais bonitas, mais saudaveis porque estavam felizes. O sorriso era uma constante assim como o reencontro de velhos amigos e companheiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Aquele querido mês de Agosto" transportou-me para um tempo que já havia esquecido. Incrivel como o tempo não deixa de passar assim como a nossa memória. Por isso sorri quando vi filme. Sorri com ternura, sorri com alegria, sorri com saudade de ser criança... "Aquele querido mês de Agosto" irá para sempre ficar na minha memória e esta, tenho a certeza de que nunca a irei perder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-2771296188018476593?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/2771296188018476593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=2771296188018476593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/2771296188018476593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/2771296188018476593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2008/09/aqule-querido-ms-de-agosto.html' title='Aquele querido mês de Agosto'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/SOAxPfjmPqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/meeo2ZbUsiw/s72-c/FotoImigrantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-1873895999403283543</id><published>2008-09-07T01:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:38:37.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Pois...</title><content type='html'>Já cá não venho há muito tempo. No entanto, muitas coisas passaram. Ainda ontem, por exemplo, recebi a noticia que ia ficar efectivo no meu local de trabalho. Não se fico feliz ou, se fico triste. É um sentimento estranho este de não sentir nada. Provavelmente muita gente gostaria de receber esta noticia. Pois, eu não sei o que sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tantos projectos, tantas ideias, enfim coisas que duram o seu tempo a concretizar. Tenho a certeza que irei cumprir o meu sonho, o meu destino. Por isso, não sei o que sentir em relação à noticia que recebi ontem. Bem, o melhor é seguir o meu caminho e pensar que a noticia que recebi é uma boa noticia. Até à próxima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-1873895999403283543?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/1873895999403283543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=1873895999403283543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/1873895999403283543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/1873895999403283543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2008/09/pois.html' title='Pois...'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-8713752104587847281</id><published>2007-07-09T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:04:56.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Etapa</title><content type='html'>Mais uma etapa da minha vida que se completou,&lt;br /&gt;outra está para chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-8713752104587847281?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/8713752104587847281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=8713752104587847281' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/8713752104587847281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/8713752104587847281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/07/etapa.html' title='Etapa'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-1532801552884503644</id><published>2007-07-02T19:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:11:29.393Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida por um fio</title><content type='html'>"A vida por um fio". Esta expressão começou a fazer sentido quando, todos os dias, eu chego, entro e observo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-1532801552884503644?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/1532801552884503644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=1532801552884503644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/1532801552884503644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/1532801552884503644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/07/vida-por-um-fio.html' title='A vida por um fio'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-3943504479680069907</id><published>2007-07-02T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:01:25.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RolLSfZ4X-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0zYY9nciOKA/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RolLSfZ4X-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0zYY9nciOKA/s400/P1020105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082676435504095202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanheceu como eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;O Sol já vai alto e a sua luz continua quente,&lt;br /&gt;tão quente como a minha alma que não foi arrefecida por toda a maldade que a atingiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é uma coisa bonita.&lt;br /&gt;O ódio não é uma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dia já vai longe e noite está mais perto e&lt;br /&gt;a minha alma continua quente nada a consegue arrefecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tinha pensado nisto, mas a Alma é o que resta depois de a noite chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-3943504479680069907?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/3943504479680069907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=3943504479680069907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/3943504479680069907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/3943504479680069907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/07/dia.html' title='Dia'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RolLSfZ4X-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0zYY9nciOKA/s72-c/P1020105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-2901391714355886488</id><published>2007-03-15T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:01:25.926Z</updated><title type='text'>A Ilha dos Amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RflaMhSD_LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EFhrY54YPnU/s1600-h/Madeira+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042160428957039794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RflaMhSD_LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EFhrY54YPnU/s400/Madeira+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois de muito tempo passado no mar, sem ver terra e cansados de todas as aventuras os navegadores portugueses avistam uma ilha. Esta ilha não constava de nenhum mapa. Eles não sabem, mas eu sei que foi Vénus que a colocou mesmo na rota dos nossos valentes mas cansados marinheiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, mal avistaram a ilha, um misto de alegria e excitação percorreu a alma dos portugueses. Qual miragem, finalmente as suas preces foram ouvidas. Não podia haver maior recompensa do que aquela que se apresentava mesmo em frente dos seus olhos brilhantes. Um grupo de musas, belas, esbeltas e virgens, desfilavam à sua frente alegres e com aquele olhar como que a convidar quem tinha chegado àquela ilha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paradisíaca&lt;/span&gt;, para se lhes juntar. E logo os nossos homens lá lhes fizeram a vontade. Afinal, depois de tantas privações por que tinham passado, tantas aflições e tantas tormentas, os nossos marinheiros tiveram o seu merecido prémio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta Ilha dos Amores foi como uma lufada de ar fresco que permitiu aos nossos heróis descansarem das viagens e de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usufruírem&lt;/span&gt; dos prazeres da carne. Desta forma, foi premiado todo o esforço e coragem dos portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da história: TAMBÉM QUERO SER MARINHEIRO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-2901391714355886488?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/2901391714355886488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=2901391714355886488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/2901391714355886488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/2901391714355886488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/03/ilha-dos-amores.html' title='A Ilha dos Amores'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RflaMhSD_LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EFhrY54YPnU/s72-c/Madeira+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-7327355907025846170</id><published>2007-03-15T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:01:26.166Z</updated><title type='text'>És tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RflRaxSD_KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I1lWs5dabck/s1600-h/IM003057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042150778165525666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RflRaxSD_KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I1lWs5dabck/s400/IM003057.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Certo dia perguntaram-me qual era a minha luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu respondi: "- O Sol! Porque é o Sol que nos ilumina, que nos aquece e que nos proporciona momentos únicos de rara beleza."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje se me fizerem a mesma pergunta respondo que o meu Sol és tu! Nunca deixes de me iluminar. Ofereço-te esta luz para que te lembres que existe alguém que precisa muito de tí, que precisa do teu calor e da maravilhosa luz que irradias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-7327355907025846170?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/7327355907025846170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=7327355907025846170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/7327355907025846170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/7327355907025846170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-tu.html' title='És tu.'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RflRaxSD_KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I1lWs5dabck/s72-c/IM003057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-7024184972912624434</id><published>2007-03-03T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:38:58.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa tarde...</title><content type='html'>Hoje apetece-me falar de tudo mas não me ocorre nada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-7024184972912624434?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/7024184972912624434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=7024184972912624434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/7024184972912624434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/7024184972912624434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/03/boa-tarde.html' title='Boa tarde...'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-3304922675131734293</id><published>2007-02-21T19:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:01:26.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Estranhamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RdyY1PsFrvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b92yB7f-6Xs/s1600-h/Madeira+054a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034066524005314290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RdyY1PsFrvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b92yB7f-6Xs/s320/Madeira+054a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje quando cheguei a casa, entrei na sala e apaguei a luz. Ainda não contente com a escuridão, fechei os olhos e pensei em ti. Ví teu olhar profundo e doce a tomar conta da minha alma. Ouvi o teu sorriso lindo, as tuas palavras ditas de uma maneira tão suave que aos meus ouvidos logo uma música se iniciou e o meu corpo ficou leve, como se estivesse a ser levado por essa música nos meus pensamentos. Pensei em ti, pensei em nunca te perder. Deliciei-me com os teus beijos, senti os teus abraços, o teu perfume doce na tua pele macia, as tuas mãos, o teu calor. Senti o chão a fugir debaixo dos meus pés, e foi naquele silêncio, naquela escuridão que o vazio que habitava em mim se foi, eu não estava sozinho deitado num sofá de uma sala escura, eu estava a pensar em tí, eu estava a sonhar acordado, a juntar todos os pequenos momentos que fizeram do dia de hoje um grande momento. Se eu pudesse mudaria muitas coisas. Começaria por nós dois, diminuiria a distância e a ausência, aumentaria a compreensão, o carinho, o companherismo e a atenção, multiplicaria os momentos juntos de felicidade, dividiria as alegrias e até as mesmo as dores, para que, dessa forma ficássemos ainda mais unidos. Ah! Se eu pudesse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-3304922675131734293?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/3304922675131734293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=3304922675131734293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/3304922675131734293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/3304922675131734293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/02/estranhamente.html' title='Estranhamente'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGWUBHtFhlo/RdyY1PsFrvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b92yB7f-6Xs/s72-c/Madeira+054a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-116717372391508650</id><published>2006-12-26T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:26:56.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Pois é...</title><content type='html'>É verdade estive muito tempo sem cá vir. Posso dizer é que durante este tempo eu cresci. Passei por experiências que fizeram de mim um ser humano melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que não passava do Natal. Estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que já há muito tempo tinha deixado de acreditar no Pai Natal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-116717372391508650?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/116717372391508650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=116717372391508650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/116717372391508650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/116717372391508650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/12/pois.html' title='Pois é...'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-113933192422650641</id><published>2006-02-07T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:05:24.226Z</updated><title type='text'>O que é um reflexo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/2217/1600/IM000372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/2217/320/IM000372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-113933192422650641?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/113933192422650641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=113933192422650641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113933192422650641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113933192422650641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-que-um-reflexo.html' title='O que é um reflexo?'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-113898608093876324</id><published>2006-02-03T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:09:34.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am A Viking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yngwie Malmsteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am a Viking in going out to war&lt;br /&gt;And I've got death upon my mind&lt;br /&gt;As I was leavin' oh yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I've got no fear in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the shores of my home disappear&lt;br /&gt;I sail over the sea without fear&lt;br /&gt;Dragon ships are charging through the waves&lt;br /&gt;Just want to sail away into the sea yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I am a warrior my mind is set to kill&lt;br /&gt;Life or death is on the line&lt;br /&gt;I am a slayer and you will taste my steel&lt;br /&gt;I've got your life right in my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;As the shores of my home disappear&lt;br /&gt;I sail over the sea without fear&lt;br /&gt;Dragon ships are charging through the waves&lt;br /&gt;Just want to sail away into the sea yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;You are a loser and it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;That you're a fool and you don't know&lt;br /&gt;That in a viking I'll walk all over you&lt;br /&gt;And by my sword you will die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;As the shores of my home disappear&lt;br /&gt;I sail over the sea without fear&lt;br /&gt;Dragon ships are charging through the waves&lt;br /&gt;Just want to sail away into the sea yeah yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-113898608093876324?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/113898608093876324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=113898608093876324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113898608093876324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113898608093876324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-viking-o-nome-de-uma-msica-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-113890617629585772</id><published>2006-02-02T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:44:23.710Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/2217/1600/IM000368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/2217/400/IM000368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877885-113890617629585772?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/113890617629585772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=113890617629585772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113890617629585772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113890617629585772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-meu-mundo.html' title='O meu mundo'/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877885.post-113890556298381540</id><published>2006-02-02T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:32:00.041Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Incompleto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De tudo o que pensamos, dizemos e fazemos, bem ou mal, fica sempre a sensação que falta sempre alguma coisa. É assim que penso. Penso que nunca conseguiremos acabar tudo o que começamos e razões existem muitas: ou porque somos nós que não queremos; ou porque são os outros que não querem; ou porque as opções que vamos tomando ao longo da nossa vida não são as melhores. Enfim poderia escrever páginas e páginas de motivos pelos quais tudo o que fazemos acaba por ficar... incompleto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este blog não tem a presunção de ser um conjunto de pensamentos pseudo-filosóficos. O objectivo é, apenas, o de alguém que de vez em quando tem necessidade de se dar a conhecer através da sua forma de pensar em relação aos mais variados aspectos da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até já...&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/21877885-113890556298381540?l=marioalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/113890556298381540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877885&amp;postID=113890556298381540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113890556298381540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877885/posts/default/113890556298381540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/02/incompleto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mário de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05909116919848436571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
