<?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-4242241303317951787</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:05:18.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am inside</title><subtitle type='html'>"You see all my light and you love my dark"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rita Rogeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435967757411037763</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242241303317951787.post-2799074081948802987</id><published>2009-01-24T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:32:30.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;(...) Só eu conheco tão bem a tua essência. Só eu sei quem tu és, na verdade. Tens um lado melancólico, um "andar solitário entre a gente" e é isso que te distingue de todos os outros; é isso que me prende a ti. O teu mistério. A tua soturnidade. A tua rebeldia. Admiro-te, e orgulho-me por ter feito parte da tua vida. Tudo passou a ter outro sentido desde que te conheci. &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/4242241303317951787-2799074081948802987?l=lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2799074081948802987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/2799074081948802987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/2799074081948802987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita Rogeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435967757411037763</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242241303317951787.post-2849218993075661686</id><published>2009-01-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:49:29.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3_8OklywYs/SXtg5XtDvnI/AAAAAAAAACI/13dlE_tbK1o/s1600-h/KYaoMH222916-02%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294932325635964530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3_8OklywYs/SXtg5XtDvnI/AAAAAAAAACI/13dlE_tbK1o/s320/KYaoMH222916-02%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, try to see the world through my eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242241303317951787-2849218993075661686?l=lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2849218993075661686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-try-to-see-world-through-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/2849218993075661686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/2849218993075661686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-try-to-see-world-through-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita Rogeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435967757411037763</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/_B3_8OklywYs/SXtg5XtDvnI/AAAAAAAAACI/13dlE_tbK1o/s72-c/KYaoMH222916-02%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242241303317951787.post-4502174328131322738</id><published>2009-01-24T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:34:37.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Só eu compreendo os teus medos,&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei porque choras,&lt;br /&gt;Por quem lutas&lt;br /&gt;E o que defendes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu conheço o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E sinto as tuas lágrimas como minhas,&lt;br /&gt;Só eu admiro o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E tento igualar os teus passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ouve, dá-me a mão!&lt;br /&gt;Quero trazer-te para junto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Dizer-te tudo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar-te tudo o que sou.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242241303317951787-4502174328131322738?l=lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4502174328131322738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-eu-compreendo-os-teus-medos-s-eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/4502174328131322738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/4502174328131322738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-eu-compreendo-os-teus-medos-s-eu-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita Rogeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435967757411037763</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-4242241303317951787.post-8998479252932219406</id><published>2009-01-24T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:29:20.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;No início:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz,&lt;br /&gt;A magia,&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras,&lt;br /&gt;As certezas,&lt;br /&gt;As promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;A solidão,&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Os medos,&lt;br /&gt;As dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando começou,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se imaginou que terminasse assim.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242241303317951787-8998479252932219406?l=lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8998479252932219406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-incio-luz-magia-os-sorrisos-as_24.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/8998479252932219406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/8998479252932219406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-incio-luz-magia-os-sorrisos-as_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita Rogeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435967757411037763</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242241303317951787.post-5724663433066999001</id><published>2009-01-24T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:30:55.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3_8OklywYs/SXtPLm-RdOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uY35RgHTOHY/s1600-h/turner_hannibal_1810_1812_tate%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294912847763043554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3_8OklywYs/SXtPLm-RdOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uY35RgHTOHY/s320/turner_hannibal_1810_1812_tate%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; William Turner, "Snowstorm: Hannibal and his Army crossing the Alps" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É sempre Inverno em mim&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração troveja de dor, de raiva, de desespero&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus olhos sai uma chuva abundante&lt;br /&gt;E tenho um imenso nevoeiro na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma está tão fria&lt;br /&gt;E está nua&lt;br /&gt;Por não te ter comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, agora, para a eternidade.&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/4242241303317951787-5724663433066999001?l=lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5724663433066999001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/william-turner-snowstorm-hannibal-and_24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/5724663433066999001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242241303317951787/posts/default/5724663433066999001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lugar-de-emocoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/william-turner-snowstorm-hannibal-and_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita Rogeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07435967757411037763</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/_B3_8OklywYs/SXtPLm-RdOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uY35RgHTOHY/s72-c/turner_hannibal_1810_1812_tate%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
