<?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-1781878687080596736</id><updated>2011-11-13T16:36:18.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-to-day on Sunnyvale, USA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8159951537224035160</id><published>2011-10-17T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:38:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts after....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conheço o teu passo sem ser preciso virar-me. Oiço-te ao longe mesmo que não tenhas prolongado esse suspiro e aumento o volume da música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto-te em mim, sinto o teu estado de espírito e há momentos em que quase me deixo contagiar, volto a aumentar o som.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto o teu olhar...ficou fraco com o passar do&amp;nbsp; tempo, ressinto esse controlo, aumento mais um pouco o som. Estou prestes a explodir mas com o volume elevadissimo, seria abado, tal como os meus pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8159951537224035160?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8159951537224035160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8159951537224035160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8159951537224035160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8159951537224035160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-after.html' title='Thoughts after....'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-515363066085302277</id><published>2011-10-17T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:21:01.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve3aYi1emHQ/TpzGIdX-a5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/s8_QxGwZsKk/s1600/DSCN6638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve3aYi1emHQ/TpzGIdX-a5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/s8_QxGwZsKk/s400/DSCN6638.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de voltar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-515363066085302277?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/515363066085302277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=515363066085302277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/515363066085302277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/515363066085302277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-around.html' title='Back around'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve3aYi1emHQ/TpzGIdX-a5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/s8_QxGwZsKk/s72-c/DSCN6638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3662364965720012605</id><published>2011-10-17T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:13:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insónias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olha para o relógio e vê a rápida passagem pela sua vida. Mantêm-se o maior número de horas acordada, sabendo que enquanto dorme não terá tempo para sonhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada dia que passa, é mais um dia que recorda o que quer esquecer, mais um dia que sorri quando quer baixar os braços e mostrar a fraqueza que se instalou dentro dela. Passou tempo de mais a correr em busca de algo que nunca esteve próximo de si, nem mesmo quando tinha visões. Com o tempo, acabou por render-se e encarar os factos, até que naquele momento tudo isso mudou: Completamente apanhada de surpresa e sem pensar, apenas vontades lhe escorriam pela ponta dos dedos, deixou-se levar, rendeu-se e foi vencida pelo inimigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Derrotada mas com orgulho, caminha elegantemente tentado não lembrar o que aconteceu. É doloroso lembrar que foi apenas um presente mas quantos teriam a oportunidade de serem presenteados com algo que já não procuravam? Poucos, muito poucos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3662364965720012605?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3662364965720012605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3662364965720012605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3662364965720012605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3662364965720012605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/10/insonias.html' title='Insónias'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2192066693338673289</id><published>2011-09-02T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:56:36.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>808@144</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Revi-me nas palavras que li, queessas sim me fazem soltar gargalhadas contidas, pois não quero que as pessoasdo lado me julguem louca, no entanto, está escrito. A conversa, os pensamentos,sim parece escrito para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Esta ficou-me hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“ Amigo é aquele que entra quandosaiu toda a gente”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“ Sou eu quem decide, passo apasso, momento a momento, sou eu quem escreve o meu conto de fadas”&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/1781878687080596736-2192066693338673289?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2192066693338673289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2192066693338673289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2192066693338673289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2192066693338673289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/09/808144.html' title='808@144'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-484379336771914406</id><published>2011-09-02T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:55:52.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por aqui as viagens são longas ecansativas, tento prender-me às imagens lá fora, às montanhas que se movem e seelevam mas os olhos tendem a cerrar. Acordo sem posição, sem jeito de continuarnuma viagem que ainda vai a meio, no entanto enquanto olho pelo o vidro pareceque nada mudou, que o tempo parou e a imagem se manteve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Uma sensação de desconforto etristeza se apodera, talvez porque todo o espírito presente faça com quepensemos nas folhas soltas que arrumamos nas gavetas do escritório, aquelas queempurramos para o fundo colocando mais folhas por cima, até nos esquecermos porcompleto da sua existência quanto mais da sua importância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Aqui o pequeno é grande e ogrande é pequeno. Aqui me senti impotente, pondo em causa alguns valores,valores que se aplicam no dia –a – dia. Dia esse, que aqui parece passar paraos habitantes sem pressa, sem stress e sem tristeza, apesar de não haveralegria nas suas caras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Experiências trocadas,simplicidade instalada, entre cabelos ao vento e areia projectada. Aqui osorriso não me escapa, não é natural, aqui é um outro eu que se descobre e queao mesmo tempo se esconde em si mesmo. Longe de tudo, e no entanto as viagensque faz mentalmente a uma velocidade expressiva mesmo até para quem olha para oar sonhadora com que fico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Numa dessas viagens, volto acolocar algumas perguntas com respostas que permanecem no ar. Entre montanhas evales, existem paradas se assim posso transcrever e em cada uma delas, surge umhabitante, um ser que parece que foi teletransportada para aquele exactomomento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Numa dessas paradas, no meio donada, surge um homem, sem qualquer complemento nem maleta, apenas trajando umpar de jeans, t-shirt e uns óculos ray-ban, não é possível que tenha andoquilómetros e mantenha um ar fresco, será possível que tenha vindo de carropara depois ter uma experiência extraordinária nesta viatura que é de acessopublico. Essa e outras são perguntas que vão surgindo ao longo da viagem, queme vão mantendo acordada para realidades diferentes apenas porque vemos comlentes graduadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-484379336771914406?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/484379336771914406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=484379336771914406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/484379336771914406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/484379336771914406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-middle-of.html' title='In the middle of'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-7298925934153481687</id><published>2011-09-02T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:54:45.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hoje foi mais uma viagem semsaber o que esperar ao desembarque, apenas o sentimento de partida, não comtristeza mas com o desconforto de começar a conhecer e apreciar este lugar quedias antes me aterrorizara. Com o passar dos primeiros dias, percebi que tinhaficado com uma imagem errada, que tudo se devia ao simples bloqueio cerebral, ocorpo precisava de descansar mas a cabeça não queria nem precisava de seafastar do local que começou a correr-la por dentro. O primeiro dia, cheia delágrimas e de coração destroçado, foi assim que ela partiu, sonhos se seguiram,pensamentos antes de dormir por cansaço continuaram, apenas quando dormitavaesquecia o que a incomodava, não porque fosse algo que quisesse esquecer, sabiaque tinha que lidar primeiro com os seus sentimentos, tinha que se encontrar edefinir prioridades, tinha que se colocar em primeiro e lembrou-se de algo quenunca lhe tinham dito e no entanto, era a pura das verdades: as pessoas avançamaté definirmos um limite, se não o dizemos verbalmente é como se fosse umaabertura para algo que perderás o controlo inclusive de ti como pessoa e atéentão não tinha entendido, muitas das situações que se tinha encontrado mastinha ficado tudo claro naquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Esse pensamento acompanhou-a desde então. Não querendodecidir nada que já tenha tentado decidir no passado sem sucesso, pensa até àexaustão. Formula diálogos, como se de uma comédia se trata-se mas só para quemassiste e não para quem contracena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-7298925934153481687?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7298925934153481687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=7298925934153481687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7298925934153481687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7298925934153481687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1889891776764563461</id><published>2011-09-02T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:52:30.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something up</title><content type='html'>Nos últimos dias, consegui ultrapassar alguns problemas técnicos mas o tempo é escasso para poder compartilhar esta experiência.&lt;br /&gt;Longas foram as horas de viagem, caso será para dizer, que o dia passava e eu continuava de viagem, ora para lá ou para cá, foi difícil confesso mas segundo um artigo que li, fraco é aquele que se arrepende antes de o fazer, forte é o que se arrepende depois e não não me arrependo mas pondero.&lt;br /&gt;O timming não foi o melhor, agitou algumas águas mas foi o necessário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1889891776764563461?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1889891776764563461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1889891776764563461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1889891776764563461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVEwBc47uP4/TlWMhdUj1QI/AAAAAAAAB9k/lYLiLrEeAso/s1600/DSCN6535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644572214413219074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVEwBc47uP4/TlWMhdUj1QI/AAAAAAAAB9k/lYLiLrEeAso/s320/DSCN6535.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4512796392117278090?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4512796392117278090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2309320230879460789</id><published>2011-08-31T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:05:20.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si, se puede</title><content type='html'>Gostava de escrever qualquer coisa, até de dar cor ao que escrevo mas por algum motivo, não consigo publicar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2309320230879460789?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2309320230879460789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2309320230879460789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HLQXPSvpKo/TlbKRrQ0PHI/AAAAAAAAB90/SOv6skbLV7k/s1600/casio_a_168wg_9ur_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 188px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644921587975339122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HLQXPSvpKo/TlbKRrQ0PHI/AAAAAAAAB90/SOv6skbLV7k/s320/casio_a_168wg_9ur_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-400494391513796259?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/400494391513796259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=400494391513796259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/400494391513796259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/400494391513796259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/08/regalo.html' title='Regalo'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HLQXPSvpKo/TlbKRrQ0PHI/AAAAAAAAB90/SOv6skbLV7k/s72-c/casio_a_168wg_9ur_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-293122333891557189</id><published>2011-07-25T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:12:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail... the Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Efectivamente há momentos de loucura, momentos que nos fazem ser menos sorridentes e somos levados por algo superior, pois não conseguimos fazer nada que nos devolva um sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somos consumidos por algo negativo, algo que nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corrói&lt;/span&gt;, algo que é diferente do que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imaginaríamos&lt;/span&gt;. Algo que não é aquilo com que idealizamos e no entanto, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tinhamos&lt;/span&gt; um sentimento que nos dava palpitações, o medo! O medo de falhar e defraudar expectativas, o medo de ficar sem chão, o medo do risco, o medo de estar tão perto das nuvens e a queda ser grande.... o medo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto a flôr afogar-se na água gélida, água que me percorreu quando o sol brilhava, sinto os ossos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;retraírem&lt;/span&gt;-se enquanto te vejo, enquanto te sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto arrepios, sinto-me incomodada &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;independentemente&lt;/span&gt; do que possam dizer. Sinto-me impotente, sinto demais, gostaria de não sentir, digo. Olho ao redor e não entendem, o frio que me percorre, o frio que me gela e faz com que fique impaciente, com que cada momento fosse o ultimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como sentir este momento como se fosse o ultimo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-293122333891557189?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/293122333891557189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=293122333891557189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/293122333891557189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/293122333891557189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/07/trail-last.html' title='Trail... the Last'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-5572659830781334472</id><published>2011-05-22T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:51:09.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud of Thoughts -2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegou....e custou, custou os dias seguintes mas acima de tudo custou parar no tempo para que estes dias passassem ,e no entanto, se pensar bem, não custou assim tanto...para sonhos com anos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Longe do fim mas muito próximo de ver "como" está a meta, é isso que vou ver amanhã e tenho receio de estar mais longe do que já estive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Medo do que vá encontrar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "I'll Be Waiting - Adele"&lt;br /&gt;Book: Maldito Karma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-5572659830781334472?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5572659830781334472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=5572659830781334472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5572659830781334472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5572659830781334472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/05/cloud-of-thoughts-2.html' title='Cloud of Thoughts -2'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-382807625250263849</id><published>2011-05-22T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:43:14.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-to-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olhar para o relógio e ver, não o tempo a passar mas sim as promessas de que hoje seria mais um dia em que cumpriria aquele programa que ontem deixei para hoje. Passaram exactamente 10 dias e o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; treino foi algo que nem sequer considero um aquecimento, 6 músicas, alguns passos esquecidos, outros atalhados, e tento-me lembrar do momento em que estava sobre o foco das luzes, sinto saudades! Saudades de sentir aquela confiança em tudo o que fazia e saber que essa confiança ficou algures apenas porque eu a perdi, somente porque eu a perdi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem arrependimentos, vesti a saia e coloquei &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; na música que decidi pôr de parte nestes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; meses e lembrei-me de como foi o inicio, da garra, do entusiasmo de sentir que algo mexia e tudo fazia sentido, isso trazia-me confiança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto a pressão do exterior para deixar coisas para trás, que não terei tempo para tudo, que não posso ter tudo mas como escolher o que não fazer quando nestes 10 dias senti-me perdida pois não podia fazer nada e sentia vontade de fazer tudo e mais alguma coisa. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Inclusive&lt;/span&gt; este fim de semana foi a feira de Maio na Moita, ou seja, Tourada com um cartel magnifico e apesar de não poder ir ver, estive lá para ver se acalmava este anseio de estar numa praça. Que saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enquanto nada se fazia, fui &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;-ajustando o plano e ao contrário do que me foi pedido, dei por mim a adicionar mais actividades. As próximas estão ai, e vamos ver como me sinto, tendo em conta que não posso fazer desporto ou qualquer actividade &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;física&lt;/span&gt;, isto porque eu não sei caminhar, como diz alguém, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;expert&lt;/span&gt; na área. Tem que aprender a caminhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se fizer uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;retrospectiva&lt;/span&gt;, estas coisas definem-nos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parece que agora vou fazer parte de um grupo de ciclismo aqui da zona, aqueles que gostam de fazer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kilometros&lt;/span&gt; como se não houvesse fim do dia, coisa que nunca fiz, será interessante ver em que nível me encontro e ver se me diz algo, pedalar mais de 120km num dia, será que me define? Será que é algo que procuro neste momento? Não sei...mas não custa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experimentar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609673851357645986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFqszgz5MU/TdmQpX_4TKI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ERw6npPL-pg/s320/DSCN6139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-382807625250263849?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/382807625250263849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=382807625250263849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/382807625250263849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/382807625250263849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-to-day.html' title='Day-to-Day'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFqszgz5MU/TdmQpX_4TKI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ERw6npPL-pg/s72-c/DSCN6139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2617364458426708877</id><published>2011-04-19T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:55:37.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triatlo de Coimbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma palavra que expressa tudo o que senti no Sábado : Obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos aqueles que me conhecem e estiveram comigo, sabem ou puderam sentir o meu nervosismo, o meu receio, foi o meu primeiro triatlo naquela distância mas estava decidida a que fosse naquele local por questões pessoais, no entanto, o facto de não ter fato isotérmico quase que fez com que isso não acontecesse. Estou grata a todos os que me ajudaram e me deram uma palavra de incentivo, acho que em poucas alturas me senti tão "fora de água" como naquele momento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu maior receio era a natação, sabia que não nadava desde o ano passado e que no meio daquela confusão tinha receio de não me sentir bem para além de que era a segunda vez que nadava com fato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Confesso que fiquei contente cada vez que dava uma braçada e via-me rodeada de atletas, só no fim até à ultima boia comecei a sentir a pressão dos que estavam à minha volta. Para mim, o conjunto da prova foi um muro que consegui passar, nunca pensei fazer uma prova destas, por várias variáveis, só por alto, uma delas era o facto de não saber andar de bicicleta e outra por não gostar de correr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem ambições de qualquer género, feliz apenas por fazer coisas que há um ano atrás não conseguia fazer porque o medo tinha o seu lugar bem definido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2617364458426708877?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2617364458426708877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2617364458426708877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2617364458426708877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2617364458426708877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/04/triatlo-de-coimbra.html' title='Triatlo de Coimbra'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6588174123386208802</id><published>2011-04-19T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:32:02.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entrei, sentei-me no lugar habitual, coloquei os phone e fechei os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Embarquei no mar de pensamentos que por vezes causam alguma ansiedade, a pulsação mais baixa como se não houvesse novas preocupações no horizonte. relembro o dia em que soube que se iria concretizar um sonho e recordo a expressão petrificada com que fiquei, com receio de dar voz ao sentimento de alegria que sentia, não fosse voltar atrás e tudo não passar de um sonho. Ainda não sinto que se vá realizar, ainda não senti aquela confiança e aquelas palavras que me irão confortar quando tudo estiver terminado e então comecará a jornada de saber como ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me anestesiada até o dia chegar e quando isso acontecer deixarei de me preocupar com o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: " One and Only - Adele"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-6588174123386208802?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6588174123386208802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6588174123386208802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6588174123386208802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6588174123386208802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/04/cloud-of-thoughts.html' title='Cloud of Thoughts'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4836378726411681860</id><published>2011-04-06T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:09:11.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiU4Qfu4hps/TZy6NJAUvJI/AAAAAAAABv8/bGU6KgoH_jI/s1600/DSCN5954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592549572205657234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiU4Qfu4hps/TZy6NJAUvJI/AAAAAAAABv8/bGU6KgoH_jI/s320/DSCN5954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5UIr78Yqgc/TZy4We4OLdI/AAAAAAAABv0/DkKWRFZo8jE/s1600/DSCN6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não ligava, não prestava atenção, não procurava, não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei o que me fez mudar, talvez tenha sido pelo mesmo motivo que aceitei ir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começou com uma simples visita, aonde no inicio me sentia intimidada e um pouco desconfortável com as pessoas que me rodeavam, no entanto, à medida que fui entrando aos poucos, dei por mim a querer voltar e à procura daquele silêncio, daquela tranquilidade, algo diferente, inexplicável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passaram 2 semanas e hoje perdi a pulseira que tem significado para mim, pelas emoções que a ela me ligam. Poderia não a voltar a recuperar se seguisse como sempre mas algo me fez questionar e voltar atrás, é algo que é importante e talvez por isso a tenham devolvido. Atrasada para o trabalho, regresso sem acreditar no que se tinha passado à instantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim do dia, pronta para ir correr algo me pára....e soube o que tinha que fazer mas ao mesmo tempo pensava no quanto estranho era esta vontade e de quando tinha sido a ultima vez que lá tinha entrado, não sei precisar mas foi à mais de 10 anos e quando entrei, estava bela como nunca tinha ficado presente na minha memória. Sentei-me e fechei os olhos. Tentei ....mas parece que era hora de fechar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De repente lembrei-me em que realidade me encontrava e desejei fechar os olhos e rapidamente ser transportada por qualquer outra parte do mundo aonde respeitariam esta vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saí com a sensação de missão falhada e transtornada por não ter tido tempo para ver o caminho seguinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4836378726411681860?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4836378726411681860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4836378726411681860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4836378726411681860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4836378726411681860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/04/sinais.html' title='Sinais'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiU4Qfu4hps/TZy6NJAUvJI/AAAAAAAABv8/bGU6KgoH_jI/s72-c/DSCN5954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8468050485072437594</id><published>2011-02-10T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:58:41.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espectáculo de Sevilhanas @ 11 e 12 de Fevereiro - Alcochete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ytzr6RtOD5c/TVPgv8I9VoI/AAAAAAAABvs/WG6jCYIQKFk/s1600/sevilhanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572044278189610626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ytzr6RtOD5c/TVPgv8I9VoI/AAAAAAAABvs/WG6jCYIQKFk/s320/sevilhanas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8468050485072437594?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8468050485072437594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8468050485072437594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8468050485072437594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8468050485072437594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/02/espectaculo-de-sevilhanas-11-e-12-de.html' title='Espectáculo de Sevilhanas @ 11 e 12 de Fevereiro - Alcochete'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ytzr6RtOD5c/TVPgv8I9VoI/AAAAAAAABvs/WG6jCYIQKFk/s72-c/sevilhanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-5782022987948677281</id><published>2011-02-10T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:41:20.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lockdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não há maior arma do que a dissimulação seguida de um sorriso rasgado. Sinto o meu peito ainda com o batimento a trezentos, pensei que fosse cair no chão com um colapso ao ver esse sorriso que me irradia e tudo desperta em mim. Faz-me esquecer porque estou zangada, contigo, comigo e quando dou por mim, estou a sorrir de volta como se tivesse sido enfeitiçada. Os meus olhos seguem-te nesse momento mágico, sem saber o que dizer, quando tanta coisa é dita nesse silêncio, como se mais ninguém nos rodeasse, como se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estivessemos&lt;/span&gt; a conversar mas sem que nenhum de nós emitisse qualquer som, apenas ouço o meu coração a bater &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;descompassadamente&lt;/span&gt; e pensei se por acaso o ouvias, da forma como olhaste como se visses muito mais além. Pareceram minutos, horas mas terá sido uma questão de segundos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei quem voltou à realidade primeiro, não consigo lembrar-me ... foi como se tudo depois daquele momento intenso, deixasse de fazer sentido ou tivesse qualquer relevância. Afinal, o que é que se tinha passado!&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/1781878687080596736-5782022987948677281?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5782022987948677281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=5782022987948677281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5782022987948677281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5782022987948677281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-lockdown.html' title='Love Lockdown'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-347456771140349440</id><published>2011-02-03T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T05:02:46.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Like U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto saudades de não conseguir dormir, com as letras a fluírem-me em pensamentos, a vontade de me levantar e pegar num papel e escrever tudo o que me ia na mente, sem qualquer malícia sem qualquer pensamento por trás de quem despoja ousadas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudades de não pensar no que me rodeia e expor em palavras pensamentos torturosos por vezes, outrora demasiado alegres para os conseguir exprimir numa folha quando só os queremos viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre com uma música, que desperta em mim, sentimentos repelidos, escondidos, que vêm ao de cima, como se fosse um raio de sol  que ousasse brilhar entre as nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrepiada, percorre-me um conjunto de sentimentos, que fazem com que o meu andar seja autoritário, composto, sem nunca perder a pose, sem nunca perder o sorriso para quem o procura e o silêncio para quem se encontra indeciso no meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O sorriso derruba qualquer barreira  ou pelo menos será menos complexo a passagem para o outro lado  mas quando as barreiras se elevam, fico confusa,  sinto as fitas moldarem-me  as costelas, definindo cada suspiro que dou, marcando cada compasso como se de uma chicotada  se tratasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e vejo-te ali tão perto e vejo um lado que nunca verás, nem poderás brincar porque eu ouço  os gritos na chuva e cai a ultima hipotese  que alguma vez houve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto a tua presença mesmo quando não estás, especialmente quando chove, como se de uma ultima vez se tratasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vejo-te e tudo em mim se agita, penso para comigo, será que denotas os meus suspiros, que tremo na tua presença, será que o meu sorriso é inseguro a ponto de perceber que estou nervosa na sua presença  e que não sei qual será a melhor forma de agir., As palavras não ganham terreno, a minha boca abre-se mas não é emitido qualquer som, os meus olhos percorrem  todo os espaço com receio de se cruzar com os seus, de tão claros e evidente são os nervos que me dominam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood : Indefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music: Rolling in the Deep - Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Book: Falsas Aparências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&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/1781878687080596736-347456771140349440?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/347456771140349440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=347456771140349440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/347456771140349440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/347456771140349440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/02/someone-like-u.html' title='Someone Like U'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1054808280104607498</id><published>2011-01-27T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:52:40.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há dias em que sinto necessidade de abrandar este ritmo. Esta vida alucinada, esta vontade insaciavél que faz com que esteja sempre à procura de algo para encaixar no meu tempo livre, se por algum motivo tenho 5 minutos livre, a minha mente divaga no que poderei fazer nesse tempo para além do que irei fazer de seguida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me cansada, há dias em que não tenho sequer energia para sorrir a não ser quando a estrela brilha na minha direcção, não tem como não sorrir, tudo passa, tudo se esquece, tudo se perdoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todas as semanas aguardo um dia para poder acordar sem hora marcada e quando esse dia chega, passa tão rápido que mal sinto que descansei, no entanto, esse unico dia que me restava aguarda-me no fim do ano, pode ser que até lá a energia volte mas sinto que era capaz de dormir um dia inteiro e no entanto, ainda acordaria cansada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1054808280104607498?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1054808280104607498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1054808280104607498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1054808280104607498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1054808280104607498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4040703118104403585</id><published>2011-01-27T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:47:58.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't missed it. Let me explain better, I don't miss the game, the look swettly at each other , to face each other flirting but I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4040703118104403585?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4040703118104403585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4040703118104403585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4040703118104403585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4040703118104403585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-7262271022044746062</id><published>2011-01-26T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T04:55:21.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há músicas que nos cativam ao ponto de voltarmos a ouvir, umas porque nos dizem algo, outras porque nos fazem recuar no tempo ou porque simplesmente são do pior que há mas fica no ouvido, normalmente é porque nos identificamos com parte da lírica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este ano tem havido duas ou três que têm ficado, mas uma particularmente pois parece que me persegue por onde quer que vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A adrenalina sobe cada vez que a ouço, cada vez que coloco os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phones&lt;/span&gt; para voltar a ouvir, a motivação cresce e a intensidade do que quer que esteja a fazer também. Se ouvisse esta música todas as vezes em que vou para o tapete correr, estaria sempre sem fôlego, provavelmente é isso que me falta para esquecer aquilo que não quero lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada vez que ligo o rádio, lá está ela a cantar e eu parada no tempo, a recuar os meus pensamentos a alterar a história para ver se o curso da vida, do destino se assim quisermos falar, muda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mais pequeno gesto é importante, cada palavra não dita, é expressa com um gesto, os sinais estão lá para quem os sabe ler, por vezes nem os mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;astutos&lt;/span&gt; conseguem ver aquilo que supostamente não se devia ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Flutuo noutro mundo quando ouço esta música, lembrando que por vezes a ignorância ou desconhecimento de alguns factos é uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bênção&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentar não pensar no porquê, faz-me pensar mais do que devia, faz-me analisar cada palavra dita na frase e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possíveis&lt;/span&gt; mensagens ou intenções que ficam no ar, quando se misturam com o fumo que nos circundam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;risadas&lt;/span&gt; ficam presas na garganta, perdidas juntamente com o discurso que se tenta ter em paralelo com a batida que sentimos dentro de nós e que nada tem a ver com o ritmo da música mas sim do nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fechar portas e janelas faz com que a alma se eleve e grite mais alto, por vezes é quase impossível controlar tudo o que vai cá dentro, mesmo quando a cabeça diz que não, o resto diz que sim, grita quase como se fosse algo que nos consumisse por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-7262271022044746062?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7262271022044746062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=7262271022044746062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7262271022044746062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7262271022044746062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-girl.html' title='Only a Girl'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-5034145051374677098</id><published>2011-01-07T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:29:22.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, new Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Presente...é algo que por vezes passa rápido, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distorcido&lt;/span&gt; porque queremos prever o futuro e antecipar as ondas de emoção que nos elevam diariamente. Antes das badaladas, tinha muita confiança e certeza do que queria e iria fazer, algo que se desfez no novo ano em que nos encontramos. Foi uma voz que se elevou, voz diferente daquela que nos acompanha quando não sabemos se estamos a fazer algo certo ou errado. Tem sido complicado, saber dizer não a algo que nos acompanha a algum tempo e que em tempos já foi um sonho...Falar sobre isso, ainda não aconteceu, é algo que não tenho qualquer vontade mas o momento aproxima-se e num curto espaço de tempo, alguns projectos vão mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensar sobre isso, por vezes tira-me o sono mas há momentos em que relembro o que a voz me disse e este é o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Momento para percorrer outros trilhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem perceber o significado de conversas silenciosas, liga-se o MP3 e ouve-se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maur&lt;/span&gt;, inspira-me sempre em qualquer momento. Existe sempre uma mensagem interpretada de forma diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Relembra-me que há lutas que por vezes, por muito que se tenha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atitude&lt;/span&gt; e força de vontade, isso não importa, não vai resultar, acaba-se por quebrar. É assustador ver a dimensão das coisas quando a bola decide rolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Auf&lt;/span&gt; der &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maur&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; :S&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;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&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/1781878687080596736-5034145051374677098?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5034145051374677098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=5034145051374677098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5034145051374677098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5034145051374677098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year, new Resolutions'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8225750713168538496</id><published>2010-12-23T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:43:28.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruído</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre aquele sono leve e o acordar pesado, várias imagens me circundavam, enquanto as legendas corriam pela janela como se de uma fila se tratasse. Recordo a imagem de um embrulho delicado, elegante que emanava uma força a todos os que estavam nesse espaço. O que não se sabia é que a mensagem era essa, não deveria ser necessário abrir para perceber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A rapidez com que se criaram rótulos sem qualquer fundamento a não ser com base no que achava ou pensava fez com que muitas das máscaras &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caíssem&lt;/span&gt; por segundos. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Surpreendente&lt;/span&gt; é a palavra que melhor descreve esses momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mente é algo muito complexo mas por vezes se estivermos atentos aos sinais vemos como são &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;previsivéis&lt;/span&gt; as acções tomadas pela pessoa X ou Y. A tendência é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;basearmos&lt;/span&gt; no passado para não repetir no futuro mas e o presente? Será que é possível olhar para o dia de hoje sem pensar no amanhã, ou estamos sempre atrasados como dizemos que estamos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553918400238437634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TRN7W-23xQI/AAAAAAAABtk/yN2GxHyziMs/s320/menimo.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; : Sempre &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Así&lt;/span&gt; -  "A mi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manera&lt;/span&gt;, para volver a volver se me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8225750713168538496?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8225750713168538496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8225750713168538496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8225750713168538496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8225750713168538496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/ruido.html' title='Ruído'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TRN7W-23xQI/AAAAAAAABtk/yN2GxHyziMs/s72-c/menimo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-5336457190597518816</id><published>2010-12-15T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:30:33.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaquín Cortés Lisboa 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DZDsZ8nwi1A?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-5336457190597518816?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5336457190597518816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=5336457190597518816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5336457190597518816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5336457190597518816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/joaquin-cortes-lisboa-2010.html' title='Joaquín Cortés Lisboa 2010'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DZDsZ8nwi1A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2828527221910366447</id><published>2010-12-15T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:40:05.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espectáculo de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551001719353169058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TQkepz2g1KI/AAAAAAAABsw/vBJKep1igy8/s320/cartaz%2Bsevilhanas.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551010266376531330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TQkmbT_rbYI/AAAAAAAABtI/Jl-4IifeZM0/s320/11122010458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551010276376137970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TQkmb5PxUPI/AAAAAAAABtQ/WC_Snzd1mDI/s320/Sevilhanas%2B130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551010284910112786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TQkmcZCbcBI/AAAAAAAABtY/FCjvyzGgXNQ/s320/Sevilhanas%2B196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após andarmos a treinar entradas, saidas, cruzamentos, eis que surgem alterações. Preparadas, ansiosas, bailava uma noite inteira e não chegava para transmitir a emoção de cada música. Cada dia que passa aprendo mais acerca desta realidade que decidi encarar de frente. Dias antes assistia ao espectáculo de Joaquín Cortés, para quem nunca viu, é estrondoso! Não como em tempos já foi mas o impacto é grande, a sonoridade da banda, os movimentos articulados das bailarinas e o sapateado cordenado e limpo de Cortés quase que me fez pular da cadeira e bailar uma sevilhana. Composto o Pavilhão, só não valeu o tempo que se fez cá fora que não permitiu conversas alargadas com tanta gente do meio taurino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551006176660030562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TQkitQnSBGI/AAAAAAAABs4/q9gX90NVG9Y/s320/DSCN5596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joaquín Cortés &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551006193508226514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TQkiuPYNFdI/AAAAAAAABtA/9zd3iltW3N4/s320/DSCN5618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A coreografia conjunta com bailarinas del "Mariemma Ballet del Espana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2828527221910366447?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2828527221910366447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2828527221910366447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2828527221910366447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2828527221910366447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/espectaculo-de-natal.html' title='Espectáculo de Natal'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TQkepz2g1KI/AAAAAAAABsw/vBJKep1igy8/s72-c/cartaz%2Bsevilhanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3643873083032424331</id><published>2010-11-22T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T04:17:38.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Más Y más...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TOpKU3ykEgI/AAAAAAAABp0/iq_vmMMe2V0/s1600/DSCN3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542324013866684930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TOpKU3ykEgI/AAAAAAAABp0/iq_vmMMe2V0/s320/DSCN3646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passou algum tempo, é verdade...não por falta de tempo apenas por estar dedicada a outras lides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostaria de poder transmitir em palavras aquilo que sinto quando ouço determinadas bulerias que faz com que os meus dedos suavemente se comecem a mexer, no momento da euforia, os pés fazem o seu ritual. O movimento das mãos e braços é algo magnifico e precioso. Quando nos juntamos para o fazer, a adrenalina é enorme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No momento em que a música me percorre nada mais é importante, nesse momento, apenas é um corpo presente que se mexe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recordo com um sorriso as palmas, as sevilhanas, o grupo tocando bulerias e nós dançando ao som das castanholas, rodeadas de pessoas que apreciam essa arte e o mundo dos cavalos, existe sítio mais mágico do que a Golegã?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542346430192541202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7TX9we8HVg/TOpetrHH3hI/AAAAAAAABNY/8EJAyxfdMsM/s320/F0000901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Musica: Te Estoy queriendo tanto - siempre así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood : XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase: "(...) O Flamenco me faz acordar, compreende?" - João cabral de Melo Neto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3643873083032424331?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3643873083032424331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3643873083032424331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3643873083032424331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3643873083032424331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/11/mas-y-mas.html' title='Más Y más...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TOpKU3ykEgI/AAAAAAAABp0/iq_vmMMe2V0/s72-c/DSCN3646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2922217466757638088</id><published>2010-10-04T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T03:58:45.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um degrau de cada vez @ JAMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que me puxa, é o desafio, é aquela sensação no estômago que me recorda que provavelmente é loucura se o fizer mas ignorar essa sensação ou fugir dela é algo que me iria perseguir e por isso, enfrento alguns medos, até porque não gosto de dizer não, quando poucas vezes me pedem algo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi duro, muito diferente do que tinha visto em Grândola até pelas condições mas aqui senti medo, aqui senti-me em luta e houve momentos em que pensei se for só assim, é sem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; mas quando cheguei à segunda parte percebi que ainda não tinha passado o pior, foi aí que tive a queda que me "deitou" literalmente abaixo como nunca antes tinha acontecido, foi um momento complicado mas lá está, sabia ao que ia e tinha que terminar e foi o que fiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviamente que ao fim do dia, a perna não mexia e o pensamento era, amanhã é dia de trabalho e aparentemente só ia eu do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;departamento&lt;/span&gt;, tinha que me aguentar. Hoje com uma perna a mais e o tempo a não cooperar, cheguei ao trabalho ao fim de alguns minutos que me pareceram uma eternidade. Ironia do dia, após meia hora, ficamos sem rede, ao que soubemos que só voltaria a estar no "ar" 4ª feira de manhã. São as "maravilhas" da tecnologia, os telefones por IP. Sem rede, nem mail, nem telefone, completamente isolada no local de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi bom, melhor só se soubesse antes de sair de casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2922217466757638088?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2922217466757638088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2922217466757638088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2922217466757638088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2922217466757638088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/10/um-degrau-de-cada-vez.html' title='Um degrau de cada vez @ JAMOR'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8871192129911822931</id><published>2010-09-28T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:35:57.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buena Gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKHDvKepLfI/AAAAAAAABpg/1ljdvCbIcaY/s1600/maniopulativa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521909833167089138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKHDvKepLfI/AAAAAAAABpg/1ljdvCbIcaY/s320/maniopulativa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma coisa é uma coisa, outra coisa é outra coisa, esta parece ser a frase do dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKG7FGciB7I/AAAAAAAABow/flyBEtAS4j4/s1600/coudelaria-henrique-abecasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521900314436962226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKG7FGciB7I/AAAAAAAABow/flyBEtAS4j4/s320/coudelaria-henrique-abecasis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outubro pelo que pude &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esfolhear&lt;/span&gt; vai ser um mês em que vai implicar algum desgaste mais do que o normal. Horas Extras de Ensaio adivinham-se, horas restantes pratica-se outras línguas, passeios pela C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oudelaria&lt;/span&gt; mas depois disto tudo um dia será reservado a um tratamento "relaxante", só isso já vale tudo que aí se aproxima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKHELFfi5vI/AAAAAAAABpo/aI74U2TV_es/s1600/passaporte3+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521910312865031922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKHELFfi5vI/AAAAAAAABpo/aI74U2TV_es/s320/passaporte3+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Encontro de Escolas de Sevilhanas em Benavente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16/10/2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para comemorar o 1º Aniversário do Grupo de Sevilhanas de Benavente foram convidadas algumas Escolas e Grupos de Sevilhanas. São eles: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKHCvMSlPkI/AAAAAAAABpI/ucarfYptHns/s1600/passaporte3+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Escola de Sevilhanas e Flamenco da A.G.I.S.C.- Samora Correia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Escola de Sevilhanas e Flamenco do C.R.D.A.- Arruda dos Vinhos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Escola de Sevilhanas "ECOS DE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TRIANA&lt;/span&gt;"- Alcochete&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Escola de Sevilhanas do Juventude da Castanheira;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Grupo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garnacha&lt;/span&gt;- Sarilhos Pequenos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sevilhanas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rocieras&lt;/span&gt; de Alcochete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8871192129911822931?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8871192129911822931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8871192129911822931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8871192129911822931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8871192129911822931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/09/buena-gente.html' title='Buena Gente'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TKHDvKepLfI/AAAAAAAABpg/1ljdvCbIcaY/s72-c/maniopulativa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8691439771130087006</id><published>2010-09-17T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:09:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Will not Control Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuv3wQfTI/AAAAAAAABoo/W8weJh5FNyo/s1600/DSCN5260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805368414076210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuv3wQfTI/AAAAAAAABoo/W8weJh5FNyo/s320/DSCN5260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuvVOKS9I/AAAAAAAABog/HMqZg99CTuQ/s1600/DSCN5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805359144258514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuvVOKS9I/AAAAAAAABog/HMqZg99CTuQ/s320/DSCN5238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Stables Market&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuuxuhc-I/AAAAAAAABoY/P6NNd7PPyTw/s1600/DSCN5226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805349616317410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuuxuhc-I/AAAAAAAABoY/P6NNd7PPyTw/s320/DSCN5226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuubpYv1I/AAAAAAAABoQ/kU9AMFJx2I8/s1600/DSCN5388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805343689195346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuubpYv1I/AAAAAAAABoQ/kU9AMFJx2I8/s320/DSCN5388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma Experiência---Muitas cócegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuuPsCloI/AAAAAAAABoI/Zs5yxutDDP4/s1600/DSCN5381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805340479100546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuuPsCloI/AAAAAAAABoI/Zs5yxutDDP4/s320/DSCN5381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Best&lt;br /&gt;Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Destinos, experiências, relembrar trilhos percorridos, vontade de ir e não voltar. Há coisas que não se repetem mas há sempre algo mágico que nos faz voltar nem que seja uma música, um sorriso, um raio de sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ultima paragem antes da partida, prometi que não haveria mais paragens este ano ao "Mestre" que para reforçar o meu desleixo relembra-me que só faz paragem uma vez num ano e não tira férias porque não precisa. Haja vontade para tudo isso mas quem me mostra um vislumbre de algo que me faz voar, conquista a minha atenção de imediato, colocando o resto como bagagem, os ténis são a companhia no caso de a consciência gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Regresso atribulado, pensei que não voltasse atempadamente, talvez fosse o destino a fazer das suas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40220972d93fcc90" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40220972d93fcc90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331247210%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5546E87298F2F6FAC06966B5BF7C9B741300AC6A.3BA6E52A98A58149196FE1B9FBA2D0FFF41BE58C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40220972d93fcc90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHsFilnNqYBl8z9tHzH3_EY0SIi0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40220972d93fcc90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331247210%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5546E87298F2F6FAC06966B5BF7C9B741300AC6A.3BA6E52A98A58149196FE1B9FBA2D0FFF41BE58C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40220972d93fcc90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHsFilnNqYBl8z9tHzH3_EY0SIi0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8691439771130087006?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=40220972d93fcc90&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8691439771130087006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8691439771130087006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8691439771130087006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8691439771130087006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-will-not-control-us.html' title='They Will not Control Us'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TJMuv3wQfTI/AAAAAAAABoo/W8weJh5FNyo/s72-c/DSCN5260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4128336992978657556</id><published>2010-09-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:18:15.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TIfgp9tL1SI/AAAAAAAABoA/AGbvQ9Ydzbs/s1600/RVORES~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514623280281802018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TIfgp9tL1SI/AAAAAAAABoA/AGbvQ9Ydzbs/s320/RVORES~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorriso Rosa Choque é assim de agora em diante, amanhã talvez mude com o arco-íris, talvez mude ao percorrer o caminho que me leva a algo precioso, não o desconhecido mas longe do dia-a-dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4128336992978657556?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4128336992978657556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4128336992978657556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4128336992978657556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4128336992978657556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/09/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TIfgp9tL1SI/AAAAAAAABoA/AGbvQ9Ydzbs/s72-c/RVORES~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3580927800790899014</id><published>2010-09-03T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T04:07:59.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Euskadi</title><content type='html'>porque &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; 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da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_100" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pentsatzen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_101" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;duzu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_102" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haurrek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_103" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;entziklopedia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_104" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oztopo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_105" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;edozein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_106" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;altxatzea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_107" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gustatuko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_108" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;litzaidake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_109" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Egun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_110" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;batean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_111" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bezala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_112" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_113" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lasai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_114" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eskatu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_115" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_116" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itxaropenak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_117" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_118" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_119" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nuke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_120" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_121" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nuke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_122" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;galdu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3580927800790899014?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3580927800790899014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3580927800790899014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3580927800790899014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3580927800790899014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/09/euskadi.html' title='Euskadi'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TIDWuIuUVgI/AAAAAAAABn4/8V6BQlJL1rw/s72-c/DSCN5152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3906575133995107827</id><published>2010-09-02T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T03:42:50.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donostia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após o retiro, apenas ficou a vontade de ficar sem data prevista de volta. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Simplicidade&lt;/span&gt; imperou nesses dias, pontualidade mais que afinada e os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sítios&lt;/span&gt; de visita foram deslumbrantes. Desde &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiendas&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;triathlon&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talasoterapia&lt;/span&gt; com vista para a praia mais conhecida na área, uma vida que me fez flutuar e esquecer tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244544537103218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TH9tNUg4C3I/AAAAAAAABm8/dWHqP9lY9Uw/s320/385550063_5bcbc7dcfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Perla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512249003805977298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TH9xQ4lbKtI/AAAAAAAABnE/FHuVkIVjagc/s320/DSCN5156.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zarautz&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tienda&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eneko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Llmanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512249013974791778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TH9xRed29mI/AAAAAAAABnM/rY9Z4WHxuL0/s320/DSCN5138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estádio Atlético &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512264445712176882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TH9_TuKwlvI/AAAAAAAABnk/-iaKZ9fEeFo/s320/DSCN5111.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teatro Victoria Eugenia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3906575133995107827?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3906575133995107827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3906575133995107827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3906575133995107827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3906575133995107827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/09/donostia.html' title='Donostia'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TH9tNUg4C3I/AAAAAAAABm8/dWHqP9lY9Uw/s72-c/385550063_5bcbc7dcfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3406335403657543703</id><published>2010-08-24T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:25:50.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aritzaleku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quase a acabar o desafio, poderia partilhar tanta coisa mas tudo se resume ao seguinte: viver como se o amanha nao existisse, sem hesitaçoes, sem medos!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma adrenalina andar de mota, ver fogos de artificio num barco atracado e poder megulhar à noite como se nada me perturbasse e outras coisas mais que pensei que nunca fosse capaz de fazer. Foi um abrir asas e simplesmente gozar as coisas boas da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508965913721058450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/THPHT48UNJI/AAAAAAAABmM/gBJ-kTLTOSg/s320/DSCN5007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508965922665444946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/THPHUaQ0tlI/AAAAAAAABmU/aCrFFZDEH3Y/s320/DSCN5032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508965927184295682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/THPHUrGM5wI/AAAAAAAABmc/lZpGCOgydVA/s320/DSCN5037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508965930732956642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/THPHU4URK-I/AAAAAAAABmk/bPTzQCOTSwo/s320/DSCN5105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/THPHVz6rn6I/AAAAAAAABms/f-IPQZjLEM0/s1600/DSCN5130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508965946731765666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/THPHVz6rn6I/AAAAAAAABms/f-IPQZjLEM0/s320/DSCN5130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3406335403657543703?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3406335403657543703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3406335403657543703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3406335403657543703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3406335403657543703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/08/aritzaleku.html' title='Aritzaleku'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/THPHT48UNJI/AAAAAAAABmM/gBJ-kTLTOSg/s72-c/DSCN5007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-937242397092172624</id><published>2010-08-12T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T05:03:56.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SSS - 0816 @ Pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enquanto lia cada texto que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esfolheava&lt;/span&gt;, revia-me nos primeiros textos que escrevi, com muito mais paixão, com mais intensidade e muito menos preocupação. Era sem segunda leitura, sempre com mais do que uma interpretação mas sem receios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando ansiosa, com receio de não ter feito tudo o que preciso para poder dar o salto, com receio de desiludir os que me rodeiam mas acima de tudo de me desiludir, não seria capaz de passar mais essa barreira, é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; arranjar forças quando empurram e amassam. Penso se estarei a ser levada por emoções por vontades quando na realidade não consigo colocar-me de fora e perceber se terei perdido a cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decidi arriscar, deixar de controlar e perder a adrenalina da vida. Venha o risco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504492711029884146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TGPi9OWpxPI/AAAAAAAABmE/MQcGW9uR6Uw/s320/DSC00071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-937242397092172624?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/937242397092172624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=937242397092172624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/937242397092172624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/937242397092172624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/08/sss-0816-pausa.html' title='SSS - 0816 @ Pausa'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TGPi9OWpxPI/AAAAAAAABmE/MQcGW9uR6Uw/s72-c/DSC00071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2222035416861418618</id><published>2010-08-03T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:56:34.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHIP CHIP CHIP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me mais próxima e no entanto mais longe, olho e vejo evolução mas em comparação deixo de ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perdeu-se um pouco de garra desde a ultima vez, a vontade é enorme mas não consigo avaliar o nível em que me encontro...devia experimentar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode ser que lá fora ganhe asas ou melhor das hipoteses, troca de experiências.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501120133946748962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TFfnnZqlMCI/AAAAAAAABl8/pljmNWdYJ2k/s320/chipweb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2222035416861418618?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2222035416861418618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2222035416861418618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2222035416861418618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2222035416861418618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/08/chip-chip-chip.html' title='CHIP CHIP CHIP!'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TFfnnZqlMCI/AAAAAAAABl8/pljmNWdYJ2k/s72-c/chipweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8709558417873856982</id><published>2010-07-19T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T03:41:46.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem saber como, a vontade foi controlada durante tanto tempo ... ele  tentou distanciar-se, tentou esquecer os sonhos e concentrar-se no presente mas o sorriso desarmou qualquer barreira construída ao longo do tempo, tempo esse em que ele pensava que era uma barreira sólida mas assim que viu o olhar dela, tudo desapareceu! Foi como se o resto que os rodeava não existisse, foi como se o diálogo fosse a dois como se nada mais importasse como se o passado apenas tivesse reavivado aquele desejo que ambos tinham renegado, cada um do lado do muro e sem qualquer gesto para derrubar os que os separava, bastou o olhar e a conversa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fluía&lt;/span&gt; em silêncio, o toque veio de seguida. Sem querer passar para o outro lado com receio do que pudesse encontrar, ela simplesmente indicou-lhe o caminho que outrora tinha estado em obras, que fez com que os acessos ficassem indisponíveis e que originassem a um desconhecimento do que se poderia ter passado em tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem querer, tudo ficou mais intenso e mais desfocado, simplesmente queria estar no mesmo espaço que ela. Os pensamentos foram surgindo a uma velocidade que fez com que quase perdesse o pouco controlo que o segurava do outro lado, no entanto tinha plena consciência que o seu olhar o denunciava... estava completamente dependente das acções dela para poder interagir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mensagens formaram-se diante dos olhos de ambos e não foi preciso mais nada, para sentir a tensão no ambiente, a vontade, o desejo de estarem juntos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Music: Colourless Colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8709558417873856982?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8709558417873856982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8709558417873856982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8709558417873856982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8709558417873856982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/iman.html' title='Iman'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4284818674787070524</id><published>2010-07-14T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T06:57:45.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo entendes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TD3B881cP9I/AAAAAAAABlk/4WDq4pVmLpc/s1600/DSCN4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493760373328461778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TD3B881cP9I/AAAAAAAABlk/4WDq4pVmLpc/s320/DSCN4964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4284818674787070524?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4284818674787070524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4284818674787070524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4284818674787070524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4284818674787070524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/lo-entendes.html' title='Lo entendes?'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TD3B881cP9I/AAAAAAAABlk/4WDq4pVmLpc/s72-c/DSCN4964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1626112300218479154</id><published>2010-07-13T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:21:45.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si si Aburrida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui começa-se cedo, o calor é um absurdo e esta zona é perdida do centro. Começar o dia, com café parece um dia normal mas para quem não bebe... Pelo menos dois tem sido a dose e pelos vistos ineficaz porque há momentos em que cerro las cortinas!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se passa no centro mesmo sem procurar, todos os dias coisas novas excepto o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mais calmo hoje, no entanto parece que todos simplesmente divagam pela porta do sol seja qual for o destino.&lt;br /&gt;Sem programar porque planeamento já faz parte do dia-a-dia, foi simplesmente rolar e ver aonde ia dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493515917061819602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzjnuRsjNI/AAAAAAAABks/0MkmuaSS01s/s320/DSCN4942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estátua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493515948474222930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzjpjS_yVI/AAAAAAAABlM/Faf-72p8KFM/s320/DSCN4950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493515930965378450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzjoiEkBZI/AAAAAAAABk8/oO-DEX4TSt4/s320/DSCN4946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flamengo - Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493515941896232402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzjpKyrndI/AAAAAAAABlE/prdRfDQekc0/s320/DSCN4947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não fui a tempo de ver o lago dos Cisnes :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493515922076917746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzjoA9Y3_I/AAAAAAAABk0/UXyHzXKhUe0/s320/DSCN4943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miedo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493517203366190434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzkymIjnWI/AAAAAAAABlU/pYDuqjrDPPQ/s320/DSCN4955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orquestra de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chamartin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493517210604964146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzkzBGaiTI/AAAAAAAABlc/Yn-lvuxuH8I/s320/DSCN4960.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Espectáculo - Porta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; Sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1626112300218479154?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1626112300218479154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1626112300218479154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1626112300218479154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1626112300218479154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-si-aburrida.html' title='Si si Aburrida'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDzjnuRsjNI/AAAAAAAABks/0MkmuaSS01s/s72-c/DSCN4942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8830957257916669993</id><published>2010-07-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:32:08.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Fiesta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por aqui no se habla Inglés Y además todos a salido para la calle celebrar. Help!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read in Spanish but my brain process the information in english when should translate to portuguese, what a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss just walking around on the streets and listening the people talking in english. Here is so noisy that I can't ear myself thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a class, it began la fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493132895490788306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDuHQ7u9y9I/AAAAAAAABjc/mgpV8lUWrOQ/s320/DSCN4918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inicio da Tarde/ Pré - preparação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493132908355300018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDuHRrqGqrI/AAAAAAAABjk/f6TRwejY2ug/s320/DSCN4926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abastecimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493132915175012802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDuHSFEDOcI/AAAAAAAABjs/PLe8S8FUsLk/s320/DSCN4929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aguardavam a chegada da equipa Espanhola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493132931207335426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDuHTAydDgI/AAAAAAAABj8/SIersKmj9_U/s320/DSCN4933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda a gente emocionada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493132921088634786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDuHSbF976I/AAAAAAAABj0/XMIH000VocQ/s320/DSCN4936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the night was something like this " si, si si la copa de Madrid! Viva la Copa!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8830957257916669993?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8830957257916669993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8830957257916669993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8830957257916669993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8830957257916669993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/una-fiesta.html' title='Una Fiesta!'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDuHQ7u9y9I/AAAAAAAABjc/mgpV8lUWrOQ/s72-c/DSCN4918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4671187826820031983</id><published>2010-07-05T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:25:40.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAJJ@ A89 129|44</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje foi um dia de despedida, ou quem sabe um até já. Um dia que tudo tinha para ser bom mas que só me fazia recuar no tempo e lembrar as pequenas coisas que me faziam sorrir quando te via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As coisas desagradáveis esquecemos com facilidade, fica apenas a lembrança da tua luta diária a cada respiração ofegante que por vezes tinhas, a força com que te agarravas à vida sem qualquer esperança de um dia poder melhorar, magoava. A única acção que mudava, era ter-te visitado mais vezes apesar de me custar, deveria ter sido mais forte que tu! Hoje reencontrei-te e no entanto, apesar de te ver, pálido e inanimado, não é essa a imagem com que vou ficar de ti, recuso-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de não estar sempre presente, tiveste um papel importante, o qual nunca esquecerei. Gostaria de um dia, ter só um terço da tua força de vontade, mesmo quando eras só tu a remar contras as percentagens da vida. Existem alentos que jamais serão submersos, assim como eu te vi desaparecer diante de mim. Dei por mim a pensar a facilidade e a rapidez com que alguém pode ser facilmente esquecido, no espaço de um minuto, não se tinha sucedido nada, a quem quer que passasse, não hesitaria em parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem oportunidade de me despedir, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;-te-ia o que muitas vezes te disse e que te fazia sorrir mesmo quando não podias... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490597397136848482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDKFPgUGtmI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vqq2eCrRWuI/s320/DSCN4403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que ao longo da minha vida seja bafejada pela tua bondade e espírito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4671187826820031983?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4671187826820031983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4671187826820031983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4671187826820031983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4671187826820031983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/sajj-a89-12944.html' title='SAJJ@ A89 129|44'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TDKFPgUGtmI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vqq2eCrRWuI/s72-c/DSCN4403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6761405616104779499</id><published>2010-07-01T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T03:02:46.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nueva RD @ Ecos de Triana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabou-se a época nas piscinas e agora ... é frequentar outra até agosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem decidi avançar com uma ideia que tinha à algum tempo que era treinar à hora de almoço, posso dizer que foi refrescante mas deveras desgastante para quem tem horários a cumprir. Gabo aqueles que o conseguem fazer, não mudei de ideias vou continuar mas sei que esses dias vão parecer muito mais longos do que o costume. Entre os 20 minutos a andar, 30 a nadar, sobra-me pouco mais para seguir de novo para o trabalho e almoçar. Só é de lamentar que piscinas com algumas condições se situem em bairros tão degradados e mal frequentados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As noites têm ficado para os treinos de Sevilhanas, semana comprida esta, em que os ensaios têm sido longos para tudo estar pronto para o próximo sábado. É gratificante ver o resultado final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488875059701489874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxmyRYCINI/AAAAAAAABi4/zqO-VfHhD1o/s320/37440_138467156169609_100000189773954_402383_6908678_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music: Rosario Flores - El Meneito&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mood: Ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-6761405616104779499?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6761405616104779499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6761405616104779499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6761405616104779499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6761405616104779499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/nueva-rd-ecos-de-triana.html' title='Nueva RD @ Ecos de Triana'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxmyRYCINI/AAAAAAAABi4/zqO-VfHhD1o/s72-c/37440_138467156169609_100000189773954_402383_6908678_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6112224618544982116</id><published>2010-06-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:43:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitoria - gastiez @ Hasta Luego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Houve momentos em que tive dúvidas de estar no caminho certo, de ter percebido o que me tinham dito, de ter lido bem, de ter dito bem o que queria dizer. Houve momentos em que me conseguia sentir completamente relaxada e em casa, sem que nada me lembrasse que tinha que voltar. A dança não apareceu e nem se ouviu nos canais sintonizados. Senti-me conquistada aos poucos pela maneira de estar, alheia. Partilhar momentos com pessoas de outras nacionalidades e trocar experiências, fascina-me. Sem expectativas, fiquei espantada com muitas das coisas e a forma como eram organizadas mas acima de tudo fiquei positivamente surpreendida com muita humildade nas pessoas com que me cruzei e na sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;. Em termos de prova, gostei muito de ver e fazer parte de mais uma, esta terá sido uma das provas em que tive mais acesso aos programas e aparelhos utilizados. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Impressionante&lt;/span&gt; a forma de trabalho em termos de classificações. Em poucos segundos revi as dificuldades que sinto e vi que tanta coisa se poderia reduzir a segundos quando levamos por vezes algum tempo com o material que dispomos. Ideias fervilhavam e gostaria que mais pessoas tivessem curiosidade de ver o que podemos aprender com outras equipas. Só tive pena de não visitar a praça de touros de Vitória nem ter ido a San &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt; mas toda a estadia foi transcendente, todos os dias uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surpresa&lt;/span&gt;, um desafio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhg_GWAII/AAAAAAAABiQ/IwtkSX96jKg/s1600/DSCN4686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488869265179541634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhg_GWAII/AAAAAAAABiQ/IwtkSX96jKg/s320/DSCN4686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhhfsdQQI/AAAAAAAABiY/lRsJjC9o9Nw/s1600/DSCN4694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488869273929335042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhhfsdQQI/AAAAAAAABiY/lRsJjC9o9Nw/s320/DSCN4694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhhgGEJaI/AAAAAAAABig/K65qdem0x8I/s1600/DSCN4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488869274036741538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhhgGEJaI/AAAAAAAABig/K65qdem0x8I/s320/DSCN4737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhik3nDyI/AAAAAAAABiw/Pk4wkrN0NOw/s1600/DSCN4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488869292498161442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhik3nDyI/AAAAAAAABiw/Pk4wkrN0NOw/s320/DSCN4782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhiOn_P4I/AAAAAAAABio/_zi0I8bSuFk/s1600/DSCN4784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488869286527057794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhiOn_P4I/AAAAAAAABio/_zi0I8bSuFk/s320/DSCN4784.JPG" /&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-6112224618544982116?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6112224618544982116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6112224618544982116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6112224618544982116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6112224618544982116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/vitoria-gastiez-hasta-luego.html' title='Vitoria - gastiez @ Hasta Luego'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCxhg_GWAII/AAAAAAAABiQ/IwtkSX96jKg/s72-c/DSCN4686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4927282489042123222</id><published>2010-06-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:46:09.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are u There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCDoeGaQ4lI/AAAAAAAABgg/-Db4ZHdwwAE/s1600/cafe-computador-rato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485639949951754834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCDoeGaQ4lI/AAAAAAAABgg/-Db4ZHdwwAE/s320/cafe-computador-rato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi inevítável, foi mais forte do que eu. Tive que recorrer a um café, coisa que não aprecio para me manter focada, nem a música ajudava. Sinto-me bem, cada vez melhor! Ontem depois do lift, decidi correr sem grandes riscos nem aspirações, apenas rolar e foi bom ver que não tinha vontade de parar passado 5 minutos, que é o normal. foram 30 minutos relaxantes que me fizeram lembrar os tempos em que quando estive longe corria sempre pelo menos depois do cycling, lembro-me de até ter começado a gostar de correr mas confesso o que mais gosto é de ver os outros a parar primeiro do que eu, dá uma motivação extra para me manter em cima do tapete e não parar até o outro desistir mas tudo isto sem ninguém se aperceber.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-4927282489042123222?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4927282489042123222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4927282489042123222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4927282489042123222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4927282489042123222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-u-there.html' title='Are u There?'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TCDoeGaQ4lI/AAAAAAAABgg/-Db4ZHdwwAE/s72-c/cafe-computador-rato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3075350049110913155</id><published>2010-06-21T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T03:23:22.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TB87KjglFVI/AAAAAAAABgY/6piBnHIvNXQ/s1600/DSCN4613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485167923677173074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TB87KjglFVI/AAAAAAAABgY/6piBnHIvNXQ/s320/DSCN4613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Barragem de Lucefécit - Vila Viçosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já há muito muito tempo que não sabia o que era um fds sem stress, normalmente nem conseguia disfrutar dos sítios aonde ia, as surpresas tinham-se tornado um hábito e o trabalho de casa ficava sempre para o dia seguinte. Foi quase como o imaginável que um dia tinha vislumbrado por detrás de umas dunas e que entre os raios de sol se revelou mais próximo do que parecia desde a ultima vez que tinha verificado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na impossibilidade de ir à marginal, consegui com algum esforço encaixar uma corrida em 20 minutos, entre o chegar da prova, pousar as coisas e o ir para o restaurante foi o que consegui e deu para sentir como estava. Soube bem, foi sentir que nem tudo é só trabalho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostei muito deste fds e gostei de ver que cada vez mais estamos preparados para colmatar as falhas em equipa, não me recordo de pensar que não haveria muito mais que pudesse fazer que não tivesse feito. Sem contar com a vontade de estar do outro lado, foi bom encaixar que é preciso ser-se exigente para que se perceba que só assim se consegue estar preparado caso as coisas não funcionem. Não sei de onde veio a motivação após fds longo e viagem mas contando com o facto de ter chegado relativamente cedo a casa, foi só tempo de pousar o saco e sair para ir pedalar e foi optimo sentir o vento na cara, tendo em conta que o todo o fds foi sempre a queimar mas cada sopro me levava a uma direcção nova!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu brinquedo novo dá vontade de ultrapassar os limites, sinto que tenho puxado pois todos os dias tenho dores em sitios que nunca pensei sentir, afinal ainda tenho alguns músculos a trabalhar. Adicinei o lift à lista de exercicios e a flexibilidade e pernas têm-se ressentido a juntar a isso, tenho treinado os novos passos da coreografia a apresentar no próximo espectáculo e mais do que qualquer outra coreografia que já tenha dançado, esta existe uma força de pernas, devido aos movimentos repetitivos e a posição e apoio do peso num só lado. Estou ansiosa para ver o resultado final...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3075350049110913155?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3075350049110913155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3075350049110913155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3075350049110913155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3075350049110913155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/huge.html' title='Huge...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TB87KjglFVI/AAAAAAAABgY/6piBnHIvNXQ/s72-c/DSCN4613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4089117854686032014</id><published>2010-06-18T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T02:10:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Persistência&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum tempo para definir prioridades, ver que não se pode estar em todas mesmo que se tenha vontade para tal, o corpo não responde e a cabeça acusa desgaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Durante este tempo, foi -me dito que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possivelmente&lt;/span&gt; teria que optar. . . ainda não decidi o que fazer e talvez por isso tenha adiado a data para saber o que me reserva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desci alguns degraus e perdi a visão do mundo, deixei de ser vista para mais tarde ser encontrada ou quanto muito questionada acerca da minha posição naquela escadaria. Sem pensar, nem conseguir emitir som, apenas me questionei da importância das coisas e a importância que lhes dava. Tinha virado costas para tudo o que me era próximo, não conseguia distinguir &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;persistência&lt;/span&gt; de teimosia. Foi preciso ouvir algumas vozes que me levaram de volta ao trilho do qual tinha saído como se de um atalho procurasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Continuidade e força de vontade são palavras que tento lembrar-me quando tenho em mente qual o meu objectivo e penso desistir pelo menos naquele dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto que esta semana tenha sido a mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; de todos os tempos que me lembre, quer no que diz respeito ao esforço que despendi para fazer qualquer coisa, quer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;propriamente&lt;/span&gt; à vontade mas acima de tudo a conjugação de actividades distintas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484035418875198018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TBs1KGW3ekI/AAAAAAAABgQ/V4mJ-qsLbwA/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tertúlia do Montijo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Areno&lt;/span&gt; - Minha Vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Eternal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4089117854686032014?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4089117854686032014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4089117854686032014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4089117854686032014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4089117854686032014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/minha-vida.html' title='Minha Vida'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/TBs1KGW3ekI/AAAAAAAABgQ/V4mJ-qsLbwA/s72-c/IMG_2939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-7194405885430431104</id><published>2010-04-01T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:31:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just BE U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A memória por vezes prega-nos sustos, como se a nossa mente soubesse truques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não há dúvida que sou uma apaixonada pelo sol e tudo o que ele trás consigo, a boa disposição, a vontade de estar sempre em constante movimento, a passear, dançar, sair, nadar e férias, de dormir até tarde e continuar a dormir na praia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixar o casaco em casa, chinelo no pé e seguir para o horizonte, estar rodeada de amigos e soltar aquela gargalhada enquanto partilhamos histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este fim de semana, deu para pôr alguns dos stresses de parte e simplesmente aproveitar e disfrutar a paisagem, como se nada mais existisse. Menos stressada mas mais esquecida, gostei do ambiente "familiar", houve tempo para tudo mesmo quando não havia, ao contrário das outras provas. Parece contraditório mas não é, obviamente que nunca existe o tempo necessário com o decorrer da prova mas tendo em conta as condicionantes existentes, acabou por se aproveitar a experiência de uma forma diferente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456984989667130418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S7sa742_fDI/AAAAAAAABfo/mJO0jQGgsc0/s320/DSCN4144.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just be Simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-7194405885430431104?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7194405885430431104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=7194405885430431104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7194405885430431104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7194405885430431104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-be-u.html' title='Just BE U'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S7sa742_fDI/AAAAAAAABfo/mJO0jQGgsc0/s72-c/DSCN4144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4473150172029412152</id><published>2010-03-17T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:55:50.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevilhanas @125 Off Off - Cadaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poucas horas para saborear tanta coisa em tão pouco tempo. Doces não faltaram e gargalhadas essas andavam escondidas de vergonha. Fazer tudo isso e um pouco mais, continua a ser um desafio especialmente quando se tenta preencher o pouco tempo entre cada respiração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449752030334616642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S6FomPoPBEI/AAAAAAAABeo/uG1YmaKphvI/s320/IMG_8434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Emoção não se reflectiu no rosto @ Poker Face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Estratégia formam-se e alianças desfazem-se mas tudo isso, me passa ao lado. Filmes só na tela e a 3D de preferência. Quanto mais nos tentamos por de fora, mais nos puxam para dentro. É deixar rolar como diz o mister e preparar para subir a montanha e eu já planeio a subida com alguma prudência e com o objectivo de lá ficar pelo menos um mês.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pelo meio surgem outras coisas que por vezes nos tiram o sono mas que ás vezes nos fazem rir, nem que seja do nível em que nos encontramos de pensamento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449754155997585634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S6Fqh-Vx4OI/AAAAAAAABew/BiEPazV9dj0/s320/022.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haja calor e alegria @ Off off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beijocas grandes pas pikenas que me arrancam sorrisos nem que esteja num nível de stress elevado!!! Temos que treinar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4473150172029412152?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4473150172029412152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4473150172029412152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4473150172029412152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4473150172029412152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/sevilhanas-125-off-off-cadaval.html' title='Sevilhanas @125 Off Off - Cadaval'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S6FomPoPBEI/AAAAAAAABeo/uG1YmaKphvI/s72-c/IMG_8434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1511425584708308214</id><published>2010-03-11T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:09:54.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not That Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A caixa de velocidades não dava mais, os pneus silenciosos como se o unico som viesse do rádio e ela embriada pelas memórias, deixou-se levar e começou a cantarolar, pela primeira vez desde à algum tempo, fez o mesmo percurso que faz todos os dias, numa calma excessiva apesar de atrasada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca tinha sentido aquela vontade de voltar para trás, de ignorar o que tanto a fazia rir, afinal era por isso que não se importava de dormir menos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conduzir como se não estivesse lá, é algo mágico pensou e a adrenalina subia, consoante a rotação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegada ao destino, magia quebrada, máscara forçada, sorriso desfeito, passo certo e assim foi como se fosse profissional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fim de noite, já dentro do carro, não hesitou duas vezes em dar som à voz que soltava sossurros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vontade de seguir sem qualquer destino, cresceu e a vontade de conduzir durante a noite toda tornou-se aliciante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vontades e pensamentos errantes desejosos de serem realizados foram adiados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447532036410874834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S5mFhlzUm9I/AAAAAAAABeg/FdbZAIlTYks/s320/PB080049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:101107@NA"&gt;&lt;em&gt;101107@NA&lt;/em&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-1511425584708308214?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1511425584708308214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1511425584708308214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1511425584708308214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1511425584708308214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-that-kind.html' title='Not That Kind'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S5mFhlzUm9I/AAAAAAAABeg/FdbZAIlTYks/s72-c/PB080049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6744752691051264756</id><published>2010-03-03T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:45:30.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444355283077715058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S448SNbeVHI/AAAAAAAABdI/qpdX87yUu-k/s320/DSCN3679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; I do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; is no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pushing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suspecting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hemorrhage&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hands&lt;/span&gt;)" - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fuel&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/1781878687080596736-6744752691051264756?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6744752691051264756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6744752691051264756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6744752691051264756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6744752691051264756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S448SNbeVHI/AAAAAAAABdI/qpdX87yUu-k/s72-c/DSCN3679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4038753149057939496</id><published>2010-02-28T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T06:52:34.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O sexto sentido anda um pouco balançado, como se de repente o ponteiro tivesse ficado preso nalguma partícula de ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando se procura, não se encontra nem com a orientação certa. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um ano passou e a vontade de ir, não diminuiu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443306182175799570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S4qCIgBGuRI/AAAAAAAABdA/P0sYeOMTyUg/s320/41517323_040327_3415JettySheds.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4038753149057939496?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4038753149057939496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4038753149057939496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4038753149057939496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4038753149057939496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-feeling.html' title='I got a Feeling'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S4qCIgBGuRI/AAAAAAAABdA/P0sYeOMTyUg/s72-c/41517323_040327_3415JettySheds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-7495109023690603428</id><published>2010-02-28T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T06:35:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That night, was the night to set me me, perfect to forget the thoughts. Perfect to enjoy the other side of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The time when we enjoy ourselves and go against what is provided is surreal, and this must be the reason why I keep comming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443291856608307298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S4p1GpHqKGI/AAAAAAAABco/h3mfflJNaGA/s320/DSCN3974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unexpected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443292452251402322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S4p1pUECgFI/AAAAAAAABcw/iguBtlbIHhk/s320/DSCN4018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443293302844973634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S4p2a0xWYkI/AAAAAAAABc4/HrBU_RTGL_o/s320/DSCN4029.JPG" /&gt;Life offers u a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-7495109023690603428?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSb6e3grdL8' title='Release Me'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSb6e3grdL8' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7495109023690603428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=7495109023690603428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7495109023690603428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7495109023690603428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/release-me.html' title='Release Me'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S4p1GpHqKGI/AAAAAAAABco/h3mfflJNaGA/s72-c/DSCN3974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6970256755399801000</id><published>2010-02-12T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:01:00.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lezirias - Duatlo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por norma, divago no abstracto, no desconhecido das mentes ocultas, nada simples, nada transparente, no entanto, a necessidade de pôr em palavras o que senti na minha primeira prova impõe-se.&lt;br /&gt;A consciência e o receio de ficar muito aquém das minhas expectativas iam gerindo o stress no dia a dia, não sabia como me ia sentir fisicamente devido a vários factores mas já sentia como ia estar psicologicamente.&lt;br /&gt;Low profile era a palavra-chave mas acima de tudo queria ver até aonde conseguia ir e se conseguia, não que tivesse dúvidas mas porque há situações que por mais planos que se faça, não se consegue ultrapassar.&lt;br /&gt;Inicialmente tentei fazer um “jogo” com a mente, enganá-la, tentar não pensar no momento, nem por aquilo que estava a passar, e tive suporte para continuar nesse caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei para a segunda parte do segmento, pensei, era agora o momento, de ir mais além, de puxar por mim mesmo que tivesse nos 90% da minha capacidade, queria ver o que conseguia neste segmento especifico, aonde poderia sentir-me na minha zona de conforto, e sim recuperei mas entre uma paragem forçada e o facto de puxar e sentir que aquela não era eu, pois parecia que estava parada, não é frustrante, é algo muito mais acima, algo em que nem sabes bem o que é, apenas vês o resultado.&lt;br /&gt;A motivação e a confiança estavam abaladas, e nesse momento em que te vês, pões tanta coisa em causa.&lt;br /&gt;Diria sem qualquer dúvida, que o ultimo segmento, foi feito apenas com o incentivo de palavras e apoio de um colega, afinal poderia estar a sentir tantas coisas ao mesmo tempo mas desistir é algo que não quero que conste no meu vocabulário.&lt;br /&gt;Quando terminou, deu-me muito que pensar. Claro que fico contente por ter conseguido e por não ter desistido, mas quem faz as provas sabe que quando as faz não é só pelo sentimento de as conseguir fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Vi muitas coisas e ouvi muitas coisas que só quem está deste lado sabe, e sempre senti essa necessidade de saber, mas acima de tudo, sentir o que era dito e desdito. Another day, another palce maybe!&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente disso, ficou a experiência e a aprendizagem.&lt;br /&gt;Až jednoho dne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437356107336486290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S3Vekj8XjZI/AAAAAAAABcg/jketxaGKCsM/s320/20090112153144345962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-6970256755399801000?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6970256755399801000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6970256755399801000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6970256755399801000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6970256755399801000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/lezirias-duatlo.html' title='Lezirias - Duatlo'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S3Vekj8XjZI/AAAAAAAABcg/jketxaGKCsM/s72-c/20090112153144345962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-5286015670157283459</id><published>2010-02-12T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:45:52.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Submersa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S3VbTNhtOTI/AAAAAAAABcY/n31dBQviMI0/s1600-h/2943071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437352510726420786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S3VbTNhtOTI/AAAAAAAABcY/n31dBQviMI0/s320/2943071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio dos seus pensamentos, uma voz dura e sem qualquer sentimento ou doçura impôs-se e quis a sua atenção, como se nada fosse mais importante. Afinal, não era costume repetir duas vezes o mesmo discurso.&lt;br /&gt;Acordada para a realidade e sem qualquer impulso de reacção, ficou submersa pela água, sem vontade de lutar contra as outras forças que teimavam em ser superiores, não se desiste mas resigna-se e quando se dá por isso a resistência aumenta.&lt;br /&gt;Existem situações em que se sabe como dar a volta, mas será que é o momento, será que vale a pena mostrar que se consegue sair daquela situação? Ela não reagiu, ouviu tudo muito atentamente como se tudo o resto não interessasse, quando a ultima coisa que queria, era ter aquela conversa, aquele confronto.&lt;br /&gt;Calados, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entreolharam&lt;/span&gt;-se e ele seguiu o seu caminho. Naqueles breves segundos ele viu nos olhos dela que não ia oferecer resistência, aquele era o momento para dizer as coisas duras que não iria ter resposta, apenas resignação!&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, com os seus pensamentos, viu que confronto não seria a melhor hipótese naquele momento, não ali, não quando se sentia exposta relativamente aos seus pensamentos, não quando sabia que o que iria transmitir iria ter um impacto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desvastante&lt;/span&gt; para quem pudesse pensar que estaria adormecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;butterflies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hurricanes&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muse&lt;/span&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-5286015670157283459?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5286015670157283459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=5286015670157283459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5286015670157283459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5286015670157283459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/submersa.html' title='Submersa'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S3VbTNhtOTI/AAAAAAAABcY/n31dBQviMI0/s72-c/2943071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4418909609143328971</id><published>2010-02-09T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:16:43.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Voltou, como se ainda ontem tivesse estado comigo, como se ainda tivesse ficado a sua presença no ar. Sem aviso, sem motivo ou qualquer sugestão, ganhou vida e tomou conta dos meus pensamentos e sonhos. Noites inacabadas, palavras que me perseguiam como se naquele momento tivessem a força de me acordar daquilo que queria esquecer. Mensagens perdidas, na sopa de letras e nos pensamentos distantes. A música toca e sem me aperceber, sinto cada palavra a percorrer o meu corpo como se fosse sobre mim, como se tivesse perdido a cabeça, desorientada sufoco e decido sair dali, confusa dirijo-me para uma das saídas. Tarde apercebo-me de que deveria ter escolhido outra saída. Enredos começam-se a formar, no centro dos mesmos, vejo o meu reflexo, com medo e no escuro, mas com esperança de que o meu coração fale mais alto e a verdade. Nada acontece, o medo cresce de tal forma que apodera-se de mim e as minhas inseguranças ganham vida própria. A lua põe-se e eu ali fico, esperando por algo, sem saber o quê mas sonhando. Sentindo cada vibração como se da minha pulsação se tratasse, fruto da minha imaginação, ao vislumbrar a lua, pareceu-me ouvir um sussurro. Sem saber bem porquê mas o medo que sentia começou a transformar-se em algo sedutor, avancei descalça e sem medos, sem segundos pensamentos, sem nada, como se mais nada fizesse sentido a não ser aquela vontade irracional de seguir os barulhos que ia ouvindo. O desconhecido começou a fazer sentido para mim, como se tivesse deixado para trás a vida que conhecia, como se mais nada me importasse, como se quisesse ser esquecida e quisesse esquecer. Abracei o desconhecido, aceitei o desafio e senti uma brisa a envolver-me o corpo, novas energias e novos arrepios tomam conta de mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 499px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436231128614495842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S3FfaLn85mI/AAAAAAAABcQ/zJmiCc7Jjng/s320/untitled24.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: XD&lt;br /&gt;Music: Just Breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4418909609143328971?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4418909609143328971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4418909609143328971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4418909609143328971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4418909609143328971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S3FfaLn85mI/AAAAAAAABcQ/zJmiCc7Jjng/s72-c/untitled24.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-8885425262614618161</id><published>2010-02-08T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:41:25.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I just feel the need to run away and start again. I hate this feeling and the bigest issue is that I still dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I feel like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't kick me down I'm already on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No you can't, but you couldn't catch me anyhow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue skies, but the sun isn't coming out, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is like I'm under a heavy cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I feel so aliveI can't help myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna scream and lose control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throw my hands up and let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about everything and run away, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna fall and lose myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughing so hard it hurts like hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about everything and run away, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So-so's how I'm doing, if you're wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in a fight with the world but I'm winning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay there, come closer it's at your own risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah you know how it is life can be a bitch&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-8885425262614618161?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8885425262614618161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=8885425262614618161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8885425262614618161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/8885425262614618161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/run-away.html' title='Run Away'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1636146742767571992</id><published>2010-02-01T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T04:13:27.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espectáculo Alcochete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S2bE1eHvj-I/AAAAAAAABcI/ldbsmhKTMHQ/s1600-h/IMG_7065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433246423366733794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S2bE1eHvj-I/AAAAAAAABcI/ldbsmhKTMHQ/s320/IMG_7065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ecos de Triana&lt;/em&gt; 10/01/23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As luzes funcionam como uma chama, e a música como se subisse ao tom da batida do meu coração tinha o efeito desejado, muitos passos foram dados num espaço curto em que só permitia a passagem de duas pessoas no corredor. A alegria contagiante e as gargalhadas voavam ao som dos passos de sapateados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No momento em que subimos e simplesmente se sente o palco, cresce a vontade quase incontrolável de dançar todas as músicas sem qualquer aviso. Sem dúvida de que foi um momento mágico para quem consegue apreciar este tipo de dança, que é uma dança de sedução acima de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não existem palavras para descrever o que se sente, a vontade cresce assim como a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aprendizagem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Campo Pequeno ora aí está !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1636146742767571992?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1636146742767571992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1636146742767571992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1636146742767571992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1636146742767571992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/espectaculo-alcochete.html' title='Espectáculo Alcochete'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/S2bE1eHvj-I/AAAAAAAABcI/ldbsmhKTMHQ/s72-c/IMG_7065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4152214184469109019</id><published>2010-01-17T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:58:33.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Digits&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sleepless&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fog&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bodys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hapiness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moviment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;surrouding&lt;/span&gt;. To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;overlaps&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;giggling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sure&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/1781878687080596736-4152214184469109019?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4152214184469109019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4152214184469109019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4152214184469109019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4152214184469109019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-me.html' title='You know Me'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-908010260409572859</id><published>2009-12-22T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:30:28.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E já Está. Olé!!!</title><content type='html'>Nervos à parte, quando se sente a música e esquece-se o frio, apenas vemos as luzes e ouvimos o bater do sapato no palco. Pela primeira vez, lá fomos nós bailar para as pessoas que nos vieram ver.&lt;br /&gt;No fim, fica sempre a vontade de querer fazer melhor, e a lembrança de quando se está no mundo taurino, o ambiente que se sente quando se fala com os forcados, todos querem aproximar-se como se através de troca de palavras conseguissem sentir os que os outros sentiram quando lá estiveram. Sem dúvida, é algo mágico e algo que os liga aos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418091134815107794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDtLktY-tI/AAAAAAAABbQ/wepBa_X73vE/s320/IMG_5515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDtLT9OJyI/AAAAAAAABbI/M9Outw1PTSg/s1600-h/IMG_5634.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ecos de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Triana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDmfe0woEI/AAAAAAAABbA/SyYG-0hpPas/s1600-h/IMG_5634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418083780251394114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDmfe0woEI/AAAAAAAABbA/SyYG-0hpPas/s320/IMG_5634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1ª Sevilhana : Pares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDme0cQw8I/AAAAAAAABa4/GzmXr5hlNVk/s1600-h/IMG_5641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418083768874353602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDme0cQw8I/AAAAAAAABa4/GzmXr5hlNVk/s320/IMG_5641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDjp_pkmvI/AAAAAAAABaw/24quRL9ypCw/s1600-h/IMG_5652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418080662326647538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDjp_pkmvI/AAAAAAAABaw/24quRL9ypCw/s320/IMG_5652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Je e Tânia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDjplC8aWI/AAAAAAAABao/Ongf-fxVtCQ/s1600-h/IMG_5847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418080655185308002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDjplC8aWI/AAAAAAAABao/Ongf-fxVtCQ/s320/IMG_5847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entrega de Diploma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDCl3op1UI/AAAAAAAABag/UbsWqtThPjw/s1600-h/IMG_5722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418044307572118850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDCl3op1UI/AAAAAAAABag/UbsWqtThPjw/s320/IMG_5722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arrepioooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDClm3eUBI/AAAAAAAABaY/pGEYOKk3r8w/s1600-h/IMG_5723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418044303070875666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDClm3eUBI/AAAAAAAABaY/pGEYOKk3r8w/s320/IMG_5723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2ª Sevilhana : Roda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-908010260409572859?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/908010260409572859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=908010260409572859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/908010260409572859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/908010260409572859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-ja-esta-ole.html' title='E já Está. Olé!!!'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SzDtLktY-tI/AAAAAAAABbQ/wepBa_X73vE/s72-c/IMG_5515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3369376754363232503</id><published>2009-12-09T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:17:53.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lost the time, every single day I tried and always put it on a corner to start next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that now that is happening and it's true, I'm affraid of being so silly. Now, that the people expect something of me, I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just getting things to roll and then we see what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3369376754363232503?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3369376754363232503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3369376754363232503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3369376754363232503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3369376754363232503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/12/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-597043391449726896</id><published>2009-11-21T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:09:31.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic Tac, Don't stop</title><content type='html'>Muitos têm sido os rascunhos, muitas têm sido as dúvidas mas a força começa a sobrepor-se. Vi imagens minhas que me recordaram muita coisa que já tinha esquecido, que tinha duvidado, que tinha guardado naquela gaveta que não tenho a chave. Confusão, prioridades, empenho serão suficientes, capacidade, se não levasse tudo na brincadeira, será que..., muitas questões. Agora surgiu a oportunidade e estou hesitante. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Devia ser exclusivo, devia ser só um mas as paixões são muitas, cada vez que me deixo levar, descubro algo que me leva aos meus limites, algo que não pensava conseguir e o facto de pensar isso, é uma motivação extra até conseguir e quando penso nisso, o que me move é muito complexo, provavelmente deverá ser das poucas coisas que não são transparentes em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Always be a first rate version of yourself rather than a second rate version of someone else." —Judy Garland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408442033961429426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sw6lX-6P6bI/AAAAAAAABZw/Ei8ovYS6ijA/s320/tourada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408442017523983618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sw6lXBrQZQI/AAAAAAAABZg/Szbwu8lPB2o/s320/sevilhanas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408442032515103026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sw6lX5hauTI/AAAAAAAABZo/bYiRhnrMTOg/s320/DSCN3678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408442009096793762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sw6lWiSDrqI/AAAAAAAABZY/vMRxnKP4IBY/s320/DSC00728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-597043391449726896?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/597043391449726896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=597043391449726896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/597043391449726896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/597043391449726896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/tic-tac-dont-stop.html' title='Tic Tac, Don&apos;t stop'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sw6lX-6P6bI/AAAAAAAABZw/Ei8ovYS6ijA/s72-c/tourada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-192580602530483971</id><published>2009-11-19T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:29:37.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Less then 3 hours and I should be up again, in case that I ever sleep today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Mind can't stop right now, so many memories but the huge effort was into try something new, with no plans, just follow the wind and there I was, one year pass but the feeling wasn't the same, the vibe isn't mine. Yes, I was there and everytime I see that forest, I now that I have to return, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second Trip to book, the first is on the way to confirme all the information, and then, the magic beggan to happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/1781878687080596736-192580602530483971?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/192580602530483971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=192580602530483971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/192580602530483971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/192580602530483971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4902463565213739628</id><published>2009-11-17T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:05:20.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outra coisa boa que tinha saudades, para além do Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God I miss that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm with the right mood for another trip...Thinking witch destiny will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SwKevSq88TI/AAAAAAAABZQ/bS9PweXQwNY/s1600/------vitamin-water-154146_847_470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405057038101049650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SwKevSq88TI/AAAAAAAABZQ/bS9PweXQwNY/s320/------vitamin-water-154146_847_470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4902463565213739628?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4902463565213739628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4902463565213739628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4902463565213739628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4902463565213739628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/goddies.html' title='Goddies'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SwKevSq88TI/AAAAAAAABZQ/bS9PweXQwNY/s72-c/------vitamin-water-154146_847_470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-7273115819335039160</id><published>2009-11-05T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:54:22.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecos d' una Paloma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ás vezes não é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; usar a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intermitência&lt;/span&gt; e saltar para a linha seguinte como se fosse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;agíl&lt;/span&gt; e delicada em cada gesto, como se a música continuasse no ar e o ambiente ficasse carregado... Facilmente se desliga e volta à funcionalidade programada para a semana seguinte. Sem surpresas ouve-se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;susurros&lt;/span&gt; ao longe, quase como se te quisessem envolver sem te aperceberes. A curiosidade ao longe cresce devido ao distanciamento, devido à ignorância dos factos, devido à leitura dos olhos, devido à necessidade de criar novos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;susurros&lt;/span&gt;. Passagem esquiva para outro corredor que te leva de encontro a outras pessoas, pessoas que ouvem e têm o mesmo registo da música que toca, o ambiente ficou mais leve e deixou de ser preciso usar a capa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sentimento de Liberdade instalou-se, assim como a vontade de interacção sem que tentassem obter informações através de um canal secundário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As luvas Brancas e a capa, abandonadas ficam, nem que por uns breves momentos em que se sente a emoção a percorrer as costuras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Composta segue e volta ao corredor onde os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sussuros&lt;/span&gt; vão ficando mais próximos, quase como se viessem da tua cabeça, quase como se fossem imaginários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tarde se substitui as luvas pela salva e a capa pela flor que te colocam em palco e que fazem de ti o que és, una &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paloma&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-7273115819335039160?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7273115819335039160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=7273115819335039160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7273115819335039160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7273115819335039160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/ecos-d-una-paloma.html' title='Ecos d&apos; una Paloma'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1992144624034013679</id><published>2009-10-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:58:45.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why I want it So... badly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXxV1a2MUI/AAAAAAAABZI/116zbs8hNUQ/s1600-h/DSCN3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396985085892636994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXxV1a2MUI/AAAAAAAABZI/116zbs8hNUQ/s320/DSCN3639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwovGAB_I/AAAAAAAABZA/ZFxThBnu5R8/s1600-h/DSCN3618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396984311100475378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwovGAB_I/AAAAAAAABZA/ZFxThBnu5R8/s320/DSCN3618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwoGdBoSI/AAAAAAAABY4/5t3TiAJHF0Q/s1600-h/DSCN3659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396984300191195426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwoGdBoSI/AAAAAAAABY4/5t3TiAJHF0Q/s320/DSCN3659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwnoyVrTI/AAAAAAAABYw/x7pCtXkHZmg/s1600-h/DSCN3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396984292227525938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwnoyVrTI/AAAAAAAABYw/x7pCtXkHZmg/s320/DSCN3677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwndtm6xI/AAAAAAAABYo/gokHlHeymz8/s1600-h/DSCN3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396984289254894354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwndtm6xI/AAAAAAAABYo/gokHlHeymz8/s320/DSCN3674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwnKuBXKI/AAAAAAAABYg/x7C1adIl-9k/s1600-h/DSCN3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396984284156353698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXwnKuBXKI/AAAAAAAABYg/x7C1adIl-9k/s320/DSCN3672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oléee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1992144624034013679?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1992144624034013679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1992144624034013679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1992144624034013679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1992144624034013679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-why-i-want-it-so-badly.html' title='I don&apos;t know why I want it So... badly'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SuXxV1a2MUI/AAAAAAAABZI/116zbs8hNUQ/s72-c/DSCN3639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3295891142408703772</id><published>2009-10-21T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T05:21:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/St78V8IPNXI/AAAAAAAABYY/w_wN6T9-S_E/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395026857484563826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/St78V8IPNXI/AAAAAAAABYY/w_wN6T9-S_E/s320/alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após a primeira experiência, o pensamento na altura em que me arrastava na água era " o que é que eu estou aqui a fazer", já não é a primeira vez que bloqueio e penso que se calhar é melhor deixar-me de ideias e dedicar-me a outras coisas, o que não me faltam são ideias é um facto, aplicáveis ou não, isso já é outra questão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde então tenho pensado que se calhar por mais que treine nunca vou ter o tempo suficiente para ter uma performance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aceitável&lt;/span&gt; e que me agrade, além de que sinto falta de algumas orientações, junto isto e mais algumas coisas só me soa a desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem o desafio na aula de natação, uma aula que nem era minha, fui só fazer uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perninha&lt;/span&gt; pois tenho andado preguiçosa, era fazer 1500 m até ao fim da aula (35 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;min&lt;/span&gt;). Decidi que os tinha que fazer custasse o que custasse, com dor ou sem dor, com mais ou menos dificuldades mas era o teste que precisava para sentir se devia seguir ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final fiquei surpresa por ter sido a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; a conseguir completar os 1500 antes do tempo. O primeiro sentimento foi de surpresa quando &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comecei&lt;/span&gt; a ouvir quantos metros tinham feito os outros e depois foi de vergonha pois estava numa aula em que ninguém me conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contente por ter conseguido mas tenho a noção que ainda estou muito longe do tempo que deveria ter feito para esta distância. Até lá, arrumar as gavetas e decidir quais fechar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-3295891142408703772?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3295891142408703772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3295891142408703772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3295891142408703772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3295891142408703772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-at-time.html' title='One day at the Time'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/St78V8IPNXI/AAAAAAAABYY/w_wN6T9-S_E/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4149102426844215787</id><published>2009-10-09T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:17:56.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Gusta Bailar Sevilhanas... Olé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Ss9h40qpiVI/AAAAAAAABX4/lk5CYJFUorA/s1600-h/sevilhanas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390634907823868242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Ss9h40qpiVI/AAAAAAAABX4/lk5CYJFUorA/s320/sevilhanas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O nível de exigência aumentou rapidamente como se tivesse nascido já calçada com os sapatinhos acompanhados das tachas e uma saia rodada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os treinos fora da aula tem sido uma constante até porque as coreografias são extensas e os passos desconhecidos, assim como os tempos a serem marcados pela batida do sapato. Olé!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O leque de interesses tem-se extendido e aliado às festas taurinas surgiu obviamente o interesse por cavalos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-4149102426844215787?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4149102426844215787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4149102426844215787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4149102426844215787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4149102426844215787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-gusta-bailar-sevilhanas-ole.html' title='Mi Gusta Bailar Sevilhanas... Olé'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Ss9h40qpiVI/AAAAAAAABX4/lk5CYJFUorA/s72-c/sevilhanas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3416977324208600944</id><published>2009-10-09T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:46:36.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perigrina.....Canta-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há um ano atrás voava para uma ilha que me deixou muitas lembranças, contactos e experiências mas acima de tudo vontade de voltar um dia e sentir aquela vibração aquele ambiente que nunca senti em outro lado igual. Terra mágica, em que os deuses nos fazem sentir o respeito que lhes é merecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390626786834841218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7TX9we8HVg/Ss9agHn-_oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mgE99XIV5VQ/s320/snorkeling-beach-on-kona-island-hawaii-hih1051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1781878687080596736-3416977324208600944?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3416977324208600944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3416977324208600944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3416977324208600944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3416977324208600944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/perigrinacanta-me.html' title='Perigrina.....Canta-me'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7TX9we8HVg/Ss9agHn-_oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mgE99XIV5VQ/s72-c/snorkeling-beach-on-kona-island-hawaii-hih1051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1644115384040517282</id><published>2009-10-02T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:05:24.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some thoughts I decide to read again that book that I bought for a reason and there it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reason for become anxious, nervous and apprenhensive when I'm going or even think about Triathlon is that I have a fear of the unknown and a fear of failure. That's so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's see what happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1644115384040517282?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1644115384040517282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1644115384040517282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1644115384040517282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1644115384040517282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/first.html' title='The First'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4517278539922766484</id><published>2009-09-25T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:52:32.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecos .  .  .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tempo voa, mesmo quando ficamos a olhar sem nos darmos conta do desconforto que possa causar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As mensagens flutuam enquanto as conchas não se fecham ansiosas por mais ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caracter&lt;/span&gt; transmite uma vibração que faz com que as mensagens se repitam e criem linhas trocadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sapatea&lt;/span&gt;-se para tirar o pó que cobre as C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oncitas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blancas&lt;/span&gt;. Em cada passada, as linhas vão surgindo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enliando&lt;/span&gt;-as no momento em que tentam respirar apenas para libertar mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caracteres com vontade própria, dançando como se de nada precisassem para voar e voltar a passar, seguido sempre de uma história antiga, rociera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385479567755501314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sr0RIiUw3wI/AAAAAAAABXw/cbx_rVMIqfw/s320/sevilhanas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4517278539922766484?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4517278539922766484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4517278539922766484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4517278539922766484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4517278539922766484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecos.html' title='Ecos .  .  .'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sr0RIiUw3wI/AAAAAAAABXw/cbx_rVMIqfw/s72-c/sevilhanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3720446651321368678</id><published>2009-09-09T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:08:17.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte e Emoção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; não consigo deixar de assistir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sempre que dá lugar uma corrida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo deixar de sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cada vez que entram em praça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo ser racional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cada vez que vejo o perigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo ficar calada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cada vez que vejo a surpresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo deixar de ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desde o momento em que me deixei contagiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo manter-me afastada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando o meu coração palpita abruptamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo virar costas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando me sinto em casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo desligar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando a minha mente está com eles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo não sentir a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cada passada dada em direcção à emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; que um dia me fez amar esta arte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não consigo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SqeHq5HayJI/AAAAAAAABXo/W8CL3DQYxoM/s1600-h/DSCN3371_teste.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SqeHq5HayJI/AAAAAAAABXo/W8CL3DQYxoM/s1600-h/DSCN3371_teste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379417450873538706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SqeHq5HayJI/AAAAAAAABXo/W8CL3DQYxoM/s320/DSCN3371_teste.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3720446651321368678?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3720446651321368678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3720446651321368678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3720446651321368678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3720446651321368678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/09/arte-e-emocao.html' title='Arte e Emoção'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SqeHq5HayJI/AAAAAAAABXo/W8CL3DQYxoM/s72-c/DSCN3371_teste.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3564500738061479399</id><published>2009-09-02T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:57:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if it shows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sp74Cbx4WbI/AAAAAAAABXg/w7TR_whKfAo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377007725827348914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sp74Cbx4WbI/AAAAAAAABXg/w7TR_whKfAo/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Complicated but I wonder if it shows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started today... Never felt so good, better just swimming on the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a story for the introduction and with small steps the music and mood just began to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She like my arms, I don't know why, are so big and I felt the music come inside of me and then I just close my eyes and everthing happen and it was right, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ansious for shows, probably less of two months and there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Olé!&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/1781878687080596736-3564500738061479399?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3564500738061479399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3564500738061479399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3564500738061479399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3564500738061479399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder-if-it-shows.html' title='I wonder if it shows...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sp74Cbx4WbI/AAAAAAAABXg/w7TR_whKfAo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4418781130442710201</id><published>2009-08-28T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:14:39.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os últimos Tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nestes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; tempos o meu discurso diário tem sido acerca do X25, X28, protocolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TCP&lt;/span&gt;-IP, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Edi&lt;/span&gt; 3, HTTP, FTP, enfim e mais coisas engraçadas como as que referi. O mais estranho disto é que cada vez mais me sinto interessada pela área e começo a ver/sentir que o esforço que fiz lá fora para aprender todas estas coisas sozinha, não foram em vão. Cada vez que vejo um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ecran&lt;/span&gt; preto penso logo numa linha de comando, enfim, horas a mais também dá nestas coisas mas ainda assim prefiro o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Putty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fora isto que tem-me ocupado bastante, tenho treinado à noite, de manhã para além de não funcionar só se fosse treinar antes das 5 e isso nem com um alarme super poderoso me faria levantar. À noite, tem sido corrida e ontem voltei à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt; e vá lá cheguei inteira a casa, parece que o azar estará a passar? Espero bem que sim, ou então a falta de jeito tem dias. Enquanto corria com um amigo, pensava o quanto masoquistas podemos ser, não houve um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; momento em que quando pusesse o pé no chão que não sentisse dor, corrida e passos controlados para não esforçar em demasia, afinal tenho que conseguir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fazê&lt;/span&gt;-la como se não tivesse dor. Natação, será no fim de semana em águas abertas uma vez que tive receio que com o cloro a ferida que está um pouco aberta ficasse pior. Ansiedade e nervosismo ao rubro....ah e vergonha também, enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4418781130442710201?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4418781130442710201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4418781130442710201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4418781130442710201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4418781130442710201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-ultimos-tempos.html' title='Os últimos Tempos'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-5085094910968032504</id><published>2009-08-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:54:31.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é, ando com um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nervosinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miúdo&lt;/span&gt; desde que cheguei de viagem, primeiro porque já passou algum tempo desde a ultima vez, segundo porque coloco a fasquia sempre mais elevada do que ela está, por isso se cair a queda ainda é considerável e por acaso ou não, voltei a ver o chão de perto, algo que está a acontecer com demasiada frequência, não sei que se passa. Quando começo a recuperar da ultima mazela, lá estou eu, estatelada novamente, já nem ligo, é levantar para voltar a tentar e se tiver que ser, será. Ando ansiosa, não sei lidar muito bem quando não consigo atingir algo a que me propus e bem, ando sempre com muitas ideias, muitos projectos e depois é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;óbvio&lt;/span&gt; que nem que não durma, o tempo não estica. Ontem tentei nadar no mar mas devido às mazelas, não consegui ir muito longe além de ser penoso. É frustrante saber que só se tem aquele dia para fazer determinada actividade e não poder fazer, tenho que ter mais cuidado, não posso ter outra queda na próxima semana. Este mês apesar de o estar a aproveitar bastante, sinto bastante falta de fazer natação, tento colmatar com o ciclismo ou mesmo com a corrida que é algo que odeio fazer e por mais cansada que fique, a vontade de entrar na á&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt; permanece inalterável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que arranjei solução e um sitio que me permita nadar durante a semana, vamos ver como corre. Amanhã será o dia de ver até que ponto as feridas cicatrizaram para poder mergulhar e simplesmente abstrair-me do que me rodeia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando super viciada em ouvir algumas músicas e depois é um libertar de energia contagiante... Mês que vêm sevilhanas à vista, isso é que vai ser...mas até lá ainda muitas aventuras estão por acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XoX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt; Allen - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LDN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Host&lt;/span&gt;; Manual Reconciliação &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cash&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-5085094910968032504?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5085094910968032504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=5085094910968032504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5085094910968032504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5085094910968032504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/hd.html' title='HD'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1186467667263474508</id><published>2009-08-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:36:17.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que dizer além de Inesperado. Acho que será a palavra que mais se adequa a todo o conjunto de situações que vivi e presenciei. A lingua foi uma barreira que facilmente foi ultrapassada depois de as contangiar com a minha maneira de estar. É normal verem-me como uma intrusa, quando afinal, eles "jogavam" em casa e eu não conseguia sequer perceber o que eles diziam para poder sequer ajudar. Primeira tarefa quando cheguei foi, além da integração foi traduzir Checo para Inglês, até aqui tudo bem ou não, o problema era alguém me explicar o sentido da frase em Inglês para poder escrever, porque como sabemos tradução directa normalmente dá asneira e assim foi, primeira tarefa alcançada com muita gargalhada à mistura, Findo isso, no more english that day. Decidi deixa-los e ir à descoberta. Tudo o que soube da prova, foi o que consegui pesquisar na Internet ou mesmo nas revistas que eles davam aos atletas, isto porque a responsável da organização e dos voluntários, achou por bem, não partilhar... nada! Viva ao stress acumulado que acabou por ter. Do que já tive a oportunidade de ver até hoje, nunca tinha presenciado tal coisa, desorganização ao mais alto nível, ao ponto de internamente ninguém conseguir responder a uma simples questão como, onde se situa a partida, ou como vai funcionar o chip. Inesperado. Pensei, a tecnologia deve ser avançada concerteza, estará tudo pensado de modo que não percam tempo nesta área. As tarefas não foram delegadas a não ser a escassos minutos da partida, reuniões houve uma a meia hora do check-in, do qual não participei porque a responsável decidiu alterar a hora e digamos que essa informação não me chegou. Ora Bolas, afinal, também não seria nada que não estivesse na Internet aposto. Acho que o que achei mais inesperado foi o acesso ao parque de transição que era feito por quem quisesse, sem qualquer controlo de entradas e saidas, foi o constante numero de pessoas durante o percurso de ciclismo e corrida no decorrer da prova, sem que tal lhes fizessem confusão, até porque eles não estavam lá para se darem conta da situação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Possivelmente não teriam recursos humanos para tal e afinal era o primeiro ano em que abriam as portas à Europa, se foi bem conseguido ou não, apenas os atletas o poderão dizer. Do outro lado posso apenas dizer que não senti que houvesse um planeamento, algo que se veio a comprovar mais tarde com pequenas questões, quer relacionadas com o transporte, quer com a entrega de prémios e afins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Da minha experiência pessoal, apenas posso dizer que apesar de na sua maioria não parecer muito simpático, uma vez que faz parte da cultura também, as voluntárias que ficaram comigo, só lhe posso agradecer por terem tentado sempre falar inglês e traduzirem-me o que se passava, foram impecáveis e deu para partilhar muitas ideias, entre elas Victoria certamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dos Atletas que representaram o nosso país, o sentimento de orgulho é cada vez maior e poder estar presente e ver a forma com se  entregam, é impossível ficar indiferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A emoção foi uma constante, desde o banho que levei na plataforma, até à chegada dos mesmos para iniciar o terceiro segmento. É impressionante ver a força psicológica que ali reside, a cada passada dada, parecendo que nada os derruba. A garra do Krepe, a recuperação do Sérgio e os vôos do Caldeirão, do Henrique não conhecia o background,  fez com que tivessemos sempre ali, pois tudo podia mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os ultimos dias foi desfrutar ao máximo da companhia das piquenas que foram o máximo. Obrigada pela "porta aberta" e pela boa disposição constante contrapondo com as traquinices da Jo ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1186467667263474508?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1186467667263474508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1186467667263474508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1186467667263474508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1186467667263474508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/bigman.html' title='Bigman'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3933225930141107025</id><published>2009-08-17T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:54:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two and So On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de algumas dificuldades iniciais, isto porque ainda não tirei o curso aprofundado de Língua Gestual, andei muitos kilómetros com as tralhas atrás o que me fez acordar e sentir a alegria de estar num sitio completamente diferente, longe, simplesmente longe...que sensação de descoberta, de aventura, de loucura talvez, só eu para ir sozinha mas de que outra forma te entranhas na cultura e nas convivências senão sem qualquer suporte para refúgio? Foi um desafio a cada hora que passava e só isso me fez lembrar o porquê de às vezes poder parecer incoerente. Cada frase incompreendida despertava o meu subconsciente, fazendo com que tentasse perceber o que por trás de tal linha estaria.&lt;br /&gt;Dias fisicamente desgastantes, uma vez que o tempo não pára e era tanta coisa para ver e fazer. Tive o prazer de conviver com pessoas de vários países ao longo dos dias, e todos eles não houve um que não me ensinasse algo do seu mundo, dos seus costumes. Adorei passar o dia com as irmãs e amigos que conheci no meu segundo dia de NY, Califórnia. Matar saudades do que já lá vivi, ao fim de cada noite, a troca de experiência com os meus rommies, um de San Francisco, uma da Alemanha e três de França. São experiências que nos enriquece, não mudava nada, nem as horas de sono que só repus quando cheguei mas que interessa isso quando tudo o resto era o que procurava nesta minha paragem desde que cheguei? Até pude desfrutar de um curso intensivo de Português Brasileiro durante 2 dias, que mais podia pedir? Impecável, O sentimento era a sede do conhecimento, senti vontade de saber mais línguas de perceber o que por vezes tentava interpretar e mesmo que acertasse, era apenas reflexo do tempo que passo a analisar pessoas e a forma como comunicavam com o corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371050778822037602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonOOe5F0GI/AAAAAAAABXA/ZDHivSlmGyA/s320/DSCN3106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Companheiros do Brasil : Diogo e Alex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonOONBSIUI/AAAAAAAABW4/WQjDfPJ4BYU/s1600-h/DSCN3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371050774024560962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonOONBSIUI/AAAAAAAABW4/WQjDfPJ4BYU/s320/DSCN3101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Castelo de Praga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonONsn8fhI/AAAAAAAABWw/sA58foMwlLc/s1600-h/DSCN2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371050765328350738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonONsn8fhI/AAAAAAAABWw/sA58foMwlLc/s320/DSCN2943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Horse Racing : Cycling with Elisabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMu2bduQI/AAAAAAAABWo/IKKQuR4Oc4E/s1600-h/DSCN2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049135872784642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMu2bduQI/AAAAAAAABWo/IKKQuR4Oc4E/s320/DSCN2942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Volunteers at EC Prague : Andrea, Me, Elisabeth, Verónika and Steph I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMua0wgNI/AAAAAAAABWg/XEte7EKWzho/s1600-h/DSCN2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049128462680274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMua0wgNI/AAAAAAAABWg/XEte7EKWzho/s320/DSCN2885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMuJpcJDI/AAAAAAAABWY/77EKs5fvXOo/s1600-h/DSCN2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049123851805746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMuJpcJDI/AAAAAAAABWY/77EKs5fvXOo/s320/DSCN2847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Goulash with Dumplings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMtumFR3I/AAAAAAAABWQ/AB-o9u2bbyY/s1600-h/DSCN2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049116589967218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMtumFR3I/AAAAAAAABWQ/AB-o9u2bbyY/s320/DSCN2846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Charles Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049105325168530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonMtEoWF5I/AAAAAAAABWI/Fz9gJD7jqn4/s320/DSCN2843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Lane : Psico :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKRUlUBFI/AAAAAAAABWA/JEQOLxHXZLM/s1600-h/DSCN2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371046429547824210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKRUlUBFI/AAAAAAAABWA/JEQOLxHXZLM/s320/DSCN2778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Shound't be smilling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKREC3O5I/AAAAAAAABV4/K4nasK1wfB4/s1600-h/DSCN2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371046425108364178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKREC3O5I/AAAAAAAABV4/K4nasK1wfB4/s320/DSCN2760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;No words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKQkrzXzI/AAAAAAAABVw/iYLMIDn4Kfo/s1600-h/DSCN2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371046416690143026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKQkrzXzI/AAAAAAAABVw/iYLMIDn4Kfo/s320/DSCN2730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; View of the Charles Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKQdw0CnI/AAAAAAAABVo/-Qkizzk0REI/s1600-h/DSCN2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371046414832110194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKQdw0CnI/AAAAAAAABVo/-Qkizzk0REI/s320/DSCN2685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grand Hotel Europa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKP2mJT7I/AAAAAAAABVg/JTZxI1h3sNg/s1600-h/DSCN2677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371046404318384050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonKP2mJT7I/AAAAAAAABVg/JTZxI1h3sNg/s320/DSCN2677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3933225930141107025?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3933225930141107025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3933225930141107025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3933225930141107025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3933225930141107025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-two-and-so-on.html' title='Day Two and So On...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SonOOe5F0GI/AAAAAAAABXA/ZDHivSlmGyA/s72-c/DSCN3106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3463617527698797729</id><published>2009-08-06T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:33:09.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZECMMnvI/AAAAAAAABVU/i647tlqQjH8/s1600-h/DSCN2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366981306784456434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZECMMnvI/AAAAAAAABVU/i647tlqQjH8/s320/DSCN2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZDSDxsvI/AAAAAAAABVM/wj-UefMEc2E/s1600-h/DSCN2650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366981293864235762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZDSDxsvI/AAAAAAAABVM/wj-UefMEc2E/s320/DSCN2650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZDHkxP0I/AAAAAAAABVE/0KrjHGEGIjE/s1600-h/DSCN2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366981291049828162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZDHkxP0I/AAAAAAAABVE/0KrjHGEGIjE/s320/DSCN2638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZCqaUw0I/AAAAAAAABU8/4u-OA18X8ok/s1600-h/DSCN2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366981283221390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZCqaUw0I/AAAAAAAABU8/4u-OA18X8ok/s320/DSCN2595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWcSSNXJI/AAAAAAAABU0/HwKW3O3KcS8/s1600-h/DSCN2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978424886615186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWcSSNXJI/AAAAAAAABU0/HwKW3O3KcS8/s320/DSCN2558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWcFCjbbI/AAAAAAAABUs/aeBsAqcRMk4/s1600-h/DSCN2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978421331291570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWcFCjbbI/AAAAAAAABUs/aeBsAqcRMk4/s320/DSCN2539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWbAyAn3I/AAAAAAAABUk/MkdCIsZTGVc/s1600-h/DSCN2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978403008290674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWbAyAn3I/AAAAAAAABUk/MkdCIsZTGVc/s320/DSCN2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWahCu67I/AAAAAAAABUc/uQgn3ley8W8/s1600-h/DSCN2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978394488499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWahCu67I/AAAAAAAABUc/uQgn3ley8W8/s320/DSCN2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWYj-aqUI/AAAAAAAABUU/dXtZwhChirQ/s1600-h/DSCN2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978360915962178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntWYj-aqUI/AAAAAAAABUU/dXtZwhChirQ/s320/DSCN2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3463617527698797729?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3463617527698797729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3463617527698797729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3463617527698797729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3463617527698797729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SntZECMMnvI/AAAAAAAABVU/i647tlqQjH8/s72-c/DSCN2660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4384270861763313476</id><published>2009-08-03T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:41:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Usually, when you be quiet for a certain period of time means that something happened or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that it's better stay on that way, just an idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I'm flying and I so anxious about that, just for the fact that I'm leaving for a week from Portugal...That will be very refreshing, new people, new culture, everything new to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See u in a week on a new Project XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365730683112524754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SnbnoJ9WC9I/AAAAAAAABUM/jWwobNCibfM/s320/DSCN2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365730677388440338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Snbnn0oncxI/AAAAAAAABUE/ge58qto5_04/s320/DSCN2453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will miss U as always @ my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4384270861763313476?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4384270861763313476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4384270861763313476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4384270861763313476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4384270861763313476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SnbnoJ9WC9I/AAAAAAAABUM/jWwobNCibfM/s72-c/DSCN2448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6942437878845528460</id><published>2009-07-12T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:23:01.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Nothing make sense...</title><content type='html'>Este fim-de-semana disseram várias coisas que me ficaram na mente, entre elas uma era uma questão para a qual não foi preciso responder. A questão colocada foi, porque é que aturas estas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tretas&lt;/span&gt; quando não precisas, pelo dinheiro não será certamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Pior é ver as mesmas coisas acontecerem repetidamente quando já esgotei o latim a dizer que não funciona para mais tarde voltar a acontecer, é extremamente frustrante ver o filme quando já o vi tantas vezes a terminar sempre da mesma maneira. Às vezes canso-me de tanta irracionalidade e apesar de cada dia que passa me sentir com mais capacidade física para fazer provas, pela primeira vez perdi a vontade e a motivação e talvez obstinação que me tem guiado neste curso de vida como nunca tinha antes sentido. É doloroso ver a falta de gratitude quando dás a alma e só procuram falhas no meio de tanta boa vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por mais que me desdobre, por mais que corra nada é suficiente . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para distrair a mente de coisas que ainda têm força para me consumir decidi ir ver uma corrida que tinha tudo para ser calma mas que foi a pior que já vi, no sentido em que um dos forcados teve que ser assistido fora de praça devido a uma pega mal conseguida. Não sei explicar os sentimentos que vou tendo desde o momento em que entro naquele mundo, uma realidade para a qual é preciso ter sensibilidade. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;-me confusão o aparato que os mais velhos fazem nas bancadas com os copos à sua volta, o respeito cresce a cada corrida que assisto, o interesse e a vontade de aprender tem sido enorme e a biblioteca é vasta, cada dia que passa sinto-me mais ligada e confiante dos termos e das tradições existentes dentro de uma praça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada por esta descoberta que de certa forma mudou a minha maneira de ver e de sentir todas estas novas emoções que já fazem parte de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701829491448690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SlphbXdMW3I/AAAAAAAABT8/yPPn3Qil17g/s320/DSCN2200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respeito @ Dedicação @ Sofrimento @ Humildade @ Grandeza @ Coragem @ União @ Força @Amizade - Grupo Forcados Aposento da Moita - Cabo : Tiago Ribeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-6942437878845528460?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6942437878845528460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6942437878845528460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6942437878845528460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6942437878845528460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-nothing-make-sense.html' title='When Nothing make sense...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SlphbXdMW3I/AAAAAAAABT8/yPPn3Qil17g/s72-c/DSCN2200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3267662801803225787</id><published>2009-07-07T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:06:51.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradições e Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SlNkIJxNsqI/AAAAAAAABKw/t15D7GyA_tw/s1600-h/DSCN2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355734473097720482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SlNkIJxNsqI/AAAAAAAABKw/t15D7GyA_tw/s320/DSCN2059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colete Encarnado @ VFX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando sem vontade de programar todas as coisas necessárias para a minha viagem rompante mês que vêm, algo que tenho que fazer esta semana. No entanto, ando com muitas coisas na cabeça além do normal que têm despertado a minha curiosidade e tenho ido mais além. Após algumas leituras sobre o assunto e troca de conversas com alguns dos mais entendidos na matéria, admito que me rendi às tradições e toda a história que está por trás daquele que pouco ou nenhum receio mostra desde o momento em que sabe que foi convocado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Novos desafios se avizinham dos quais programo fazer parte, alias se virmos bem as coisas, estar por dentro dá um gosto diferente a quem simplesmente fica a assistir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joelho foi-se abaixo fim de semana passado devido a esforços mal medidos, no entanto, as piscinas continuam, já falta pouco ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3267662801803225787?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3267662801803225787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3267662801803225787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3267662801803225787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3267662801803225787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/tradicoes-e-historias.html' title='Tradições e Histórias'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SlNkIJxNsqI/AAAAAAAABKw/t15D7GyA_tw/s72-c/DSCN2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6844958558419713961</id><published>2009-07-02T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:02:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sendo pessimista, nem nada do género, mas há coisas que por vezes me tiram o sono e me fazem por tudo cá para fora quando diariamente se luta para não se ser igual, se luta para dar um sorriso quando do outro lado se vez um punho em alto.&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que me custaram voltar a adaptar, apenas porque senti que era um regredir e não por menosprezar o país onde nasci, apenas acho e infelizmente sei cada vez mais que a educação que se vai passando a quem nasce nada tem a ver com a que se viu há uns 15 anos atrás e nem preciso andar muito para trás mas apesar das adaptações sempre vi com excepção de quem não tinha os pilares de apoio, o respeito e a educação como base que nos rege em tudo o que fazemos. Hoje em dia, o que vejo, é que prevalece o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;É a vontade de arranjar confusão, palavras novas com o objectivo de irritar o outro e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desrespeito&lt;/span&gt; é tão normal que o facto de me fazer confusão a mim, faz de mim, uma alienada, uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressada&lt;/span&gt; ou o quer que seja.&lt;br /&gt;Desde miúdos a serem pais porque calhou e a continuarem com as opções menos saudáveis apenas porque lhes apetece ou porque é giro e está na moda, melhor, vamos ter um porque a minha amiga também têm e assim já têm um miúdo da mesma idade para brincar, até nisto, são competitivos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meio disto tudo, algo sólido se começa a formar que é a atitude das pessoas quando confrontadas com algo que estão a fazer mal, o normal, seria pedir desculpa ou simplesmente sentir-se atrapalhado, mas sem saber bem porquê nem como, simplesmente sentem-se (penso eu) revoltados porque alguém lhes chamou a atenção ou porque simplesmente foram apanhados. A maneira como conduzem reflecte exactamente isso, pessoas frustradas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vingativas&lt;/span&gt;, já por duas vezes nos últimos tempos em que ou tive que sair da minha via ou tive que fazer sinais de luzes porque estavam pessoas no meio da estrada e  me fazem o sinal do dedo!&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada que mais me irrite do que isso senão a ignorância!&lt;br /&gt;Que pensamento pode passar na cabeça de uma pessoa que está a fazer algo mal para ainda se revoltar contra aquele que ia lesando? Só se for por ter falhado…&lt;br /&gt;Incomoda-me que a boa educação tenha deixado de prevalecer e que seja mais fácil um encolher de ombros para não ouvir do que ser persistente e mostrar que afinal nem tudo estaria perdido se houvesse bom senso.&lt;br /&gt;Avançar como, se até na Assembleia, enquanto um discursa, outro sem medos, repudia e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculariza&lt;/span&gt; o mesmo, pois não o tem sequer em conta?&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar que nos vão dar resposta, seja ela boa ou má, quando não existe sequer um tom de verdade por trás desse discurso? Quando tudo é feito com um único interesse que se instala perto do umbigo, é difícil continuar a acreditar nas palavras…&lt;br /&gt;Muitos falam mas poucos ouvem, e chega-se a um ponto em que já não existe palavras que me façam acreditar…apenas acções, atitudes mas acima de tudo uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consistência&lt;/span&gt; que me faça ver qual o percurso a correr.&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito em ninguém e não porque falem muito, não, apenas porque se muda o discurso conforme se convém e pior que isso, é mudar à tua frente quando momentos atrás se dizia convictamente o contrário…&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de se saber isso tudo, nunca criar anti-corpos. Deve ser por isso, é que eu neste tipo de jogos saio sempre a perder.&lt;br /&gt;Se me arrependo ? não, ao menos que eu seja sincera comigo para poder olhar em redor sem medos nem cinismos e nem amarguras, acima de tudo, sorrir para a vida, mesmo quando ela me parece cinzenta!&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/1781878687080596736-6844958558419713961?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6844958558419713961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6844958558419713961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6844958558419713961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6844958558419713961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/finger.html' title='The Finger'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1511493478669720127</id><published>2009-07-01T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:42:13.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumol Summer Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SktJZoSZMfI/AAAAAAAABKo/Bwz_Q74R7fk/s1600-h/DSCN2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353453286720090610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SktJZoSZMfI/AAAAAAAABKo/Bwz_Q74R7fk/s320/DSCN2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tenho-me sentido não só extremamente cansada mas estafada até para articular um simples pensamento. Na 6ª feira, passou-se a manhã na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt; e à tarde as estafetas, só posso dizer que apesar de tentarem colocar obstáculos para nos atrasarmos face às outras equipas, acabamos por ganhar com larga diferença. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Feels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; =) Desde então foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;non&lt;/span&gt;-stop até domingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seguir para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ericeira&lt;/span&gt; para ver a actuação de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Patrice&lt;/span&gt; que pôs toda a gente ao rubro, espectacular, o senhor espalha magia e não é por acaso, acho mesmo que ele gosta de cá vir, gosta do calor e da forma como interagimos, é dos artistas que não me importo nada de percorrer N km's pois sei que não me vou arrepender, não se limita a cantar e a ficar lá em cima de olhos fechados. Senti-me contagiada por tanta alegria, foi espectacular, deu para colocar o cansaço de parte e viver tudo como se o amanhã não existisse&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SktFdU7FB6I/AAAAAAAABKY/nmjc_xT-XJQ/s1600-h/ericeira1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353448952194992034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SktFdU7FB6I/AAAAAAAABKY/nmjc_xT-XJQ/s320/ericeira1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando acabou, vi a prancha de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surf&lt;/span&gt; e não resisti, o antepassado também tinha arriscado em Sagres e lá fui eu. Foi espectacular, devia estar inspirada porque normalmente o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt; falta-me, simplesmente senti-me na água a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;desfrutar&lt;/span&gt; e tal foi o gozo que fui a que se aguentou mais tempo lá em cima sem cair, mandaram-me embora ;). Após isto também já não havia muito mais por onde escolher a não ser os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hamburguers&lt;/span&gt; psicológicos e a volta que ainda era longa. Quando chegamos tinha menos de uma hora para ir para arrancar para Abrantes, como era a condutora, lá decidi por em prática o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt;. Nunca tinha ido a esta prova e fomos brindados com chuva mas no que me diz respeito, nada podia correr melhor, nada falhou, sempre em cima do acontecimento, sempre a correr, terá sido por isso que o joelho decidiu dizer que ainda não estava tudo bem, abrandei mas continuei a correr, este bichinho anda a moer-me cada vez mais, anda complicado de o controlar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sabádo&lt;/span&gt; estava desejosa de descansar mas pelos vistos havia uma festa na zona em que toda a gente queria ir e lá fomos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SktHGHJXLJI/AAAAAAAABKg/K67WEc3CT5g/s1600-h/DSCN2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353450752383069330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SktHGHJXLJI/AAAAAAAABKg/K67WEc3CT5g/s320/DSCN2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez no meio daquela multidão toda mas num &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;espirito&lt;/span&gt; mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt;, a banda era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tuga&lt;/span&gt; e o escalão etário de quem assistia também. Dormente para a chuvada do dia seguinte, o cansaço ainda lá estava mas tinha que me mexer para me conseguir focar, como disse foi a melhor prova até hoje em termos de funcionamento da minha equipa, fiquei bastante contente, senti que afinal ainda era possível mesmo quando as coisas à volta apresentam falhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Terminado o fim-de-semana posso dizer que só após 15 horas voltei à vida e depois disso água que já se faz tarde. Este mês os horários mudam e bem tenho que começar mais cedo os deslizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próxima paragem após treinos durante a semana, Colete encarnado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1511493478669720127?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1511493478669720127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1511493478669720127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1511493478669720127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1511493478669720127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/sumol-summer-fest.html' title='Sumol Summer Fest'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SktJZoSZMfI/AAAAAAAABKo/Bwz_Q74R7fk/s72-c/DSCN2034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2469895118606822271</id><published>2009-06-24T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:10:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marginal, Festival e Patrice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SkH6p2zwRxI/AAAAAAAABKQ/oWMBxB1Epc8/s1600-h/DSCN1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350833429287028498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SkH6p2zwRxI/AAAAAAAABKQ/oWMBxB1Epc8/s320/DSCN1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dos objectivos que já não estava em linha foi alcançado, só tive essa noção quando realmente parei. O que dizer acerca disso, nunca pensei que algo me custasse tanto quando já o tinha feito anteriormente mas nada é mais forte do que a tua cabeça e controlar toda essa parte, requer digamos, alguma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prática&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde o momento em que comecei até terminar, todo um conjunto de dores e pensamentos se cruzaram para mais tarde se tornarem í&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nfinos&lt;/span&gt; com o resultado e o esforço efectuado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho andado digamos que orientada para um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; resultado, o que me leva a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;despender&lt;/span&gt; energia todos os dias na água como nunca antes o tinha feito, ando ansiosa por ver os resultados, apesar de alguns já serem notórios mesmo de quem me acompanha mas ainda não cheguei aonde quero, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perfeccionista&lt;/span&gt; em tudo, é um facto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ansiosa pelo próximo desafio para seguir para SOULSTORM....passaram 2 anos desde a ultima vez que vibrei com esta música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2469895118606822271?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2469895118606822271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2469895118606822271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2469895118606822271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2469895118606822271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/06/marginal-festival-e-patrice.html' title='Marginal, Festival e Patrice'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SkH6p2zwRxI/AAAAAAAABKQ/oWMBxB1Epc8/s72-c/DSCN1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3356016707849631122</id><published>2009-06-19T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:36:09.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei o que despelotou esta vontade, apesar de ela sempre ter lá estado mas o que é certo é que o cansaço sente-se e se não for a força de vontade ficava a descansar, comecei a nadar 6x/semana, tenho puxado de tal forma que acordo com dores nos ombros mas nada me faz ficar em casa. Cada dia que passa sinto-me com mais força apesar de cansada, esta semana já foram mais de 6000 metros a deslizar, na bicicleta também tem sido a subir cada vez mais de tal modo que fiquei com feridas de ter passado tempo demais em cima da bike, só falta a corrida que tenho tido medo de puxar, para além de não correr desde Março por causa do joelho, tenho receio de por mal o pé e isto ainda estar tão recente que fique parada outra vez. O problema é que já amanhã este receio terá que ser posto de parte, nem que vá em marcha mas não vou desistir de algo que me comprometi desde fevereiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cabeça está forte e o corpo começa a sentir todas estas sensações e força de fazer sempre mais do que podia antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semana que vem Festival de Estafetas na minha piscina em que vou fazer parte, já faz uns aninhos desde o ultimo que fiz parte mas foi bastante compensador. Espero estar à altura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3356016707849631122?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3356016707849631122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3356016707849631122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3356016707849631122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3356016707849631122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovewater.html' title='Love...water'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-9169632203330312566</id><published>2009-06-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:03:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SjURPRB68PI/AAAAAAAABKI/D-3zRoSHMyY/s1600-h/DSCN1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347199086539501810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SjURPRB68PI/AAAAAAAABKI/D-3zRoSHMyY/s320/DSCN1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the answer is just that I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santarém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cartaxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oeiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caxias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tourada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burladeros bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tunning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;praia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gargalhadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;natação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tasquinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cumplicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-9169632203330312566?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9169632203330312566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=9169632203330312566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9169632203330312566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9169632203330312566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SjURPRB68PI/AAAAAAAABKI/D-3zRoSHMyY/s72-c/DSCN1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-609811559277368357</id><published>2009-06-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:13:54.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 "sorrisos" em 2 Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando não se pensa, as coisas vão acontecendo e dou por mim a ver os segundos a passar sem nada fazer. A aposta definitiva é no deslize, é lá que me sinto grande e com força e no entanto, existe tanta coisa que ainda preciso aprender ou aperfeiçoar. Tenho que elevar a fasquia mas tenho receio de estragar o que tenho andado a fazer e no entanto a avaliação está aí à porta. Mês que vem todos os meus horários vão mudar, algo que não me agrada, no entanto farei com que passe cada vez mais tempo neste mundo que começo a sentir algum conforto e quando der por mim a viagem está aí. Vai ser bom poder espairecer, sair e voltar a sentir aquele frio no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estomâgo&lt;/span&gt;, aquela sensação que me faz viajar sempre que posso, que me faz sorrir, que me faz tomar decisões sem ponderar quais os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;benificios&lt;/span&gt;, simplesmente voar para longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto que devido a alguns constrangimentos, o meu estilo de vida mudou e dei por mim a ver os dias passarem sem interrupção, sem tempo para pensar em compensar as coisas básicas, o que faz com que dê valor a coisas que no passado não dava. As pessoas não mudam por ninguém, apenas se adaptam, algo que me faz ver que por muito que se queira ajudar se a outra parte não quiser, nada muda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passaram 3 anos desde que me envolvi neste projecto que por coincidência também foi quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abraçei&lt;/span&gt; outro projecto e por muito que não tenha a disponibilidade que gostaria para a ver, não significa que não pensa nela. Considero um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;previlégio&lt;/span&gt; poder fazer parte da sua vida e por muito que seja sua amiga, não me posso esquecer que sou eu que lhe tenho que lhe incutir algumas responsabilidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existem vários cenários neste momento que fazem com que tente ser optimista apesar da realidade e tendo isso em conta, decidi por o cansaço de lado e simplesmente dei tudo o que podia para espalhar a alegria a quem me rodeava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344726442994649570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SixIYeBVSeI/AAAAAAAABJg/nTA7fw7KYBQ/s320/DSCN1823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eliana e Cláudia @ as minhas bonecas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344726443813825650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SixIYhEo7HI/AAAAAAAABJo/wAn68xAiepI/s320/DSCN1850.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final da Noite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Week&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Goal&lt;/span&gt;...I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pacient&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-609811559277368357?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/609811559277368357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=609811559277368357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/609811559277368357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/609811559277368357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/06/36-sorrisos-em-2-dias.html' title='36 &quot;sorrisos&quot; em 2 Dias'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SixIYeBVSeI/AAAAAAAABJg/nTA7fw7KYBQ/s72-c/DSCN1823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2750294244332660724</id><published>2009-05-29T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:19:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life पर भी बस की जगह देखने के लिए जीवित beautifull है</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sh_pyrSqUaI/AAAAAAAABJY/fxrMBexwd44/s1600-h/DSCN1709-teste1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341244739908424098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sh_pyrSqUaI/AAAAAAAABJY/fxrMBexwd44/s320/DSCN1709-teste1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por Vezes dar a volta não chega,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso prefiro mergulhar e saltar do outro lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por vezes sorrir não chega, as pessoas continuam cinzentas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; por isso prefiro soltar uma bela gargalhada que se ouça do outro lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por vezes ser o mais rápido não chega,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso prefiro treinar a minha resistência e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encontramo&lt;/span&gt;-nos do outro lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por vezes querer mudar o mundo não chega, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso prefiro adaptar-me  antes que caia para o outro lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por vezes é atirar tudo para o ar e simplesmente curtir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Encontramo&lt;/span&gt;-nos do outro lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2750294244332660724?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2750294244332660724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2750294244332660724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2750294244332660724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2750294244332660724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-beautifull.html' title='Life पर भी बस की जगह देखने के लिए जीवित beautifull है'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sh_pyrSqUaI/AAAAAAAABJY/fxrMBexwd44/s72-c/DSCN1709-teste1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-6041061821687282554</id><published>2009-05-27T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:04:39.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Upset The Rhythm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sh0d8AfhYGI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KJTy2cBRQdY/s1600-h/DSCN1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340457649892843618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sh0d8AfhYGI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KJTy2cBRQdY/s320/DSCN1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escondida na turbilhão de pensamentos e sentimentos. Ganhando coragem para cortar raízes quando confrontada com os resultados. Cansada de ouvir vozes diferentes quando ainda não abri os olhos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extuniante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qualquer lado que me vire, estou presa. Presa por normativas, por regulamentos, por mandamentos, por despojos de quem me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;circundeia&lt;/span&gt; mas apesar destas restrições, sinto-me presa no que diz respeito a tomar decisões. Confrontação não chegou mas a frustração entrou pela janela ainda o primeiro não tinha chegado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ouvi-o sabendo como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doía&lt;/span&gt; ver que tinha perdido o semblante risonho com o qual me esperavam e a partir daí foi sempre a lutar, pondo tudo acima do que podia sentir, tudo acima das minhas necessidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Compreensão não esteve ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alcance&lt;/span&gt; uma vez que não se aperceberam dos figurinos que se encontravam atrás do pano, esses que marcam presença em todas as lutas com as quais tento que sejam menores ou tenham menos impacto. A escolha de recursos em outros desafios fez com que provavelmente deitasse por terra os dois meses parada... Olhando de perfil, não me arrependo um segundo da viagem que fiz...Finalmente voei e foi impressionante conseguir ver tudo de cima, de modo que perdi a noção das horas, uma vez que não pretendia parar. Voltei a tempo de ver o que me puxava para baixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essa foi uma altura que sabia que ia chegar quando regressei em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;, no entanto, a única coisa que me prende é a dedicação e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;envolvência&lt;/span&gt; com que me deixo levar em tudo o que faço e por sinal gosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semana de decisão, semana complicada porque quando penso vejo o quanto me faz falta. Haverá alternativas, certamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-6041061821687282554?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6041061821687282554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=6041061821687282554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6041061821687282554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/6041061821687282554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-upset-rhythm.html' title='Don&apos;t Upset The Rhythm...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sh0d8AfhYGI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KJTy2cBRQdY/s72-c/DSCN1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-1721008852823290945</id><published>2009-05-19T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:53:37.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de um fim de semana à velocidade super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sprint&lt;/span&gt; em que nem deu para ver a paisagem na Ilha a não ser o famoso bolo do caco e as classificações, decidi que era altura de arriscar ainda que com risco calculados. Voltei para as aulas e foi um dia em grande, sei que provavelmente o corpo se vá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ressentir&lt;/span&gt;, com o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cycling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lift&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trainning&lt;/span&gt; e a natação que fiz ontem mas ainda não deu para andar à velocidade que desejava mas está quase. Agora que tenho força nos braços espero compensar nas pedaladas e corridas que ainda virão para equilibrar os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exercícios&lt;/span&gt;. Estou entusiasmada e um pouco assustada com o desenvolvimento da caixa, não gosto disto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513930475306194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/ShKoo_Gt_NI/AAAAAAAABJI/_Tvr_EDcsy4/s320/DSCN1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gotta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; to Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt;: Sustos, Percalços e Valentias - Carlos Patrício &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Álvares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-1721008852823290945?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1721008852823290945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=1721008852823290945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1721008852823290945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/1721008852823290945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/ShKoo_Gt_NI/AAAAAAAABJI/_Tvr_EDcsy4/s72-c/DSCN1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4951277628398492199</id><published>2009-05-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:11:45.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Vôo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sgv8Swg5fRI/AAAAAAAABJA/Vpps9JceZAk/s1600-h/1ed0e4bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335635582741216530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sgv8Swg5fRI/AAAAAAAABJA/Vpps9JceZAk/s320/1ed0e4bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje arrisquei e tentei voar ainda que baixinho mas deu para sentir o cheiro a liberdade e simplesmente deixei-me ir apesar de ainda sentir algum incómodo em fazê-lo, não puxei muito mas foi o suficiente para relembrar o que já tinha esquecido nestes 2 meses. Foram só 6 km mas souberam-me pela vida. Tenho que ir com calma apesar de o tempo estar a passar e faltar menos de 1 mês mas tenho esperança que se não puser muita carga e for alternando consigo preparar-me para fazer algo decente no dia mas melhorar o tempo vai ser complicado, algo que estava a conseguir antes da minha paragem, no entanto o facto de ter continuado a fazer natação ajudou-me na minha resistência e manteve-me sã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As coisas começam a compor-se agora é ir com calma e prudência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4951277628398492199?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4951277628398492199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4951277628398492199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4951277628398492199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4951277628398492199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-voo.html' title='1º Vôo'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sgv8Swg5fRI/AAAAAAAABJA/Vpps9JceZAk/s72-c/1ed0e4bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-4450421254249393580</id><published>2009-05-11T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:11:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sou de modas, de feitios ou de conveniências...Sou mais de dias, de mudanças e assim. Há dias que não deviam ser dias mas sim horas e no fim o que posso dizer é que muitas as vezes as horas não chegam para fazer tudo ou dizer tudo no fim dia, é por isso que tenho juntado os dias e talvez devido a isso outros sentidos se apuraram mas isso só as horas que se aproximam me vão dar as respostas que preciso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334538672049134594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggWqJwSnAI/AAAAAAAABHs/3A_vhG2m3Pc/s320/DSCN1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há dias em que me apetece praticar os meus conhecimentos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kickboxing&lt;/span&gt; para acabar com as falsidades e os cinismos a que as pessoas se habituaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334538675741951858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggWqXguh3I/AAAAAAAABH0/sEyRo6ysTgs/s320/DSCN1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Há dias em que me apetece simplesmente dançar um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;merengue&lt;/span&gt; e deixar-me levar pela batida até não sobrar energias para me manter em movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334538680871472690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggWqqnszjI/AAAAAAAABH8/lUff3kPGKBE/s320/DSCN1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Há dias em que me sinto constrangida, tímida e envergonhada, sem saber o que dizer ou fazer simplesmente porque conseguiram "ler-me" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334538685385630642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggWq7b9Y7I/AAAAAAAABIE/mgLLwTot2UY/s320/DSCN1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Depois há aqueles dias em que só me apetece fazer loucuras, deixar a racionalidade de lado e ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;espontanêa&lt;/span&gt; como se não houve o dia de amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334546885230561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggeIOPVhyI/AAAAAAAABI0/H9dVlglDTWo/s320/DSCN1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Há dias em que gostava de ser pequenina outra vez para ser tão inocente e não ver a maldade que nos rodeia no dia-a-dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334540895584726898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggYrlEfL3I/AAAAAAAABIU/Rg0d8GE6g48/s320/DSCN1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Há dias em que os pensamentos são mais fortes e me fazem parar como se uma nova vida se aproximasse, como se os sonhos ganhassem vida e eu fosse transportada para outra tela em que a cada segundo que passa se vê mais uma pincelada na vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334540899179004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggYrydbg9I/AAAAAAAABIc/MZ9lqItqnFo/s320/DSCN1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Depois há os dias em que gostava de viajar para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sítios&lt;/span&gt; bem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;longínquos&lt;/span&gt; sem sequer olhar para trás, vontade de pegar na mochila e seguir a direcção do vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334540904696752530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggYsHA9qZI/AAAAAAAABIk/TvteZs14Pa0/s320/DSCN1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Há dias em que não gosto de estar sozinha, gosto de me sentir aconchegada, como se tivesse medo do mundo, como se precisasse de protecção, como se um simples abraço resolvesse todos os problemas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334540910127591234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggYsbPxr0I/AAAAAAAABIs/k6VOKMfiA0U/s320/DSCN1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E no meio de tantos dias em que a minha mutação é constante há coisas que nada fazem sentido senão o sorriso que nos acompanha, como se isso explicasse tudo mas não mostrasse nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Blindness&lt;/span&gt; [2008]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-4450421254249393580?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4450421254249393580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=4450421254249393580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4450421254249393580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/4450421254249393580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-dias.html' title='Há dias...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SggWqJwSnAI/AAAAAAAABHs/3A_vhG2m3Pc/s72-c/DSCN1264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-9117882927802201531</id><published>2009-05-04T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:12:22.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourada e Copos @ Cartaxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estes três dias serviram para saborear uma outra realidade, uma rede nova de contacto, uma sede de informação, de partilha, de acesso a um conjunto de elites que antes me era desconhecido. Serviu para limpar a cabeça e para colocar novos objectivos a alcançar, serviu para me dar força para reagir e para ver que preciso de algo mais do que já tenho uma vez que não me preenche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É incrível pensar que em todos estes anos sempre rejeitei qualquer proximidade com este meio e não que tenha mudado os meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;princípios&lt;/span&gt;, apenas abri uma pequena janela que me permitiu ver mais do que o massacre e o sangue. Permitiu-me ver, a força, a garra, a tradição e acima de tudo a crença que não tinha noção que fosse tão forte, após a minha primeira corrida, fiquei surpresa pela batida do meu coração, a descarga de adrenalina é enorme, algo que me acordou e me fez ver que há muito não sentia isso, faltava a emoção dos treinos, do convívio, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, da falta de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei de ver a dança, do espectáculo mas acima de tudo da paixão e do companheirismo com que fui brindada e acolhida sendo um grupo tão grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É apenas o desfolhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986276884206546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf8FRMzw09I/AAAAAAAABHk/oPcQSmw5pIw/s320/DSCN1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arena do Cartaxo @ Capital do Vinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-9117882927802201531?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9117882927802201531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=9117882927802201531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9117882927802201531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9117882927802201531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/tourada-e-copos-cartaxo.html' title='Tourada e Copos @ Cartaxo'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf8FRMzw09I/AAAAAAAABHk/oPcQSmw5pIw/s72-c/DSCN1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-9039160850019798711</id><published>2009-04-28T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:09:25.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning ...Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Digamos&lt;/span&gt; que afinal não foi assim tão mau...Foi mais ou menos, bom mas com contra-tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O bom foi não ter ajuda, sim, às vezes é bom não ter ajuda. O mau foi a quantidade de palpites. Confiança é algo que não se dá mas sim que se conquista, fez-me pensar onde pode ter falhado mas sei que a ausência prolongada ajudou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre decisões recebi o carinho de pessoas que fizeram questão de me mostrar que sabiam que dia era, obrigada e obrigada pela rosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como seria de esperar a noite ia ser longa e possivelmente colada com a prova seguinte em Almada, onde também se colocava o desafio da aposta em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Correu extremamente bem e tudo aconteceu com tempos arrepiantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após um fim de semana tão completo, voltei para a piscina e sinto-me cada vez mais forte mesmo que só trabalhe os braços e de vez em quando uma perna. No inicio, foi bastante desmotivador, uma vez que era ultrapassada várias vezes pelos meus colegas e por norma não conseguia o que me pediam no mesmo tempo que os outros de modo que nunca terminava os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercícios&lt;/span&gt;. Nas ultimas sessões, as dores nos braços por vezes são enormes mas já consigo fazer as mesmas distâncias enquanto os tentava alcançar. Nesta ultima aula, consegui mesmo apanhar uma colega, fiquei super radiante, progresso à vista ou será que ele estaria simplesmente a descansar? não me pareceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outra coisa boa foi saber que afinal fiz bem em deixar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fisio&lt;/span&gt;, pois como pensava só me estava a fazer mal, enfim, sem comentários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para além do desejo em quererem que fosse à faca, os tratamentos que me receitaram eram excessivos e inadequados, ou seja, consegui sair lá de muletas quando entrei com algumas dores no joelho. Neste momento sinto-me muito melhor a natação ajuda-me, e vou voltar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fisio&lt;/span&gt; mas feita por profissionais, de modo que não me importo de atravessar o rio todos os dias só para poder ir para o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt;, pular, correr, dançar. É melhor nem pensar nas saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331934154930354034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf7V3TZld3I/AAAAAAAABG8/YgY3sbU3Qcs/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All right =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331935925892637938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf7XeYv5ZPI/AAAAAAAABHc/wK97IswxKlI/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Festa dos Óculos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331934168463067314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf7V4F0CSLI/AAAAAAAABHM/VhpIf5r4_pM/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lookdown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331934164403378722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf7V32sIWiI/AAAAAAAABHE/8C8ihLDrLpE/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Jo e Je&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331935923379846514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf7XePYzPXI/AAAAAAAABHU/GIqENdOHwTw/s320/DSCN1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As minhas Babes&lt;br /&gt;- Secret Code&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-9039160850019798711?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9039160850019798711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=9039160850019798711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9039160850019798711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9039160850019798711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/04/turning-around.html' title='Turning ...Around'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sf7V3TZld3I/AAAAAAAABG8/YgY3sbU3Qcs/s72-c/IMG_0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-9168300059301972731</id><published>2009-04-24T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:16:50.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ai que ansiedade...parece que a natação ontem não teve qualquer efeito. Isto de fazer a aula inteira só com a força dos braços ainda me faz dar mais valor aos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paralímpicos&lt;/span&gt;. É algo que se não tiver uma enorme força e perseverança por trás se torna muito difícil. Os meus braços cada vez que acabo a aula ficam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pesadíssimos&lt;/span&gt;, os casacos começam a queixar-se do pouco espaço que lhes deixo, ai que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; mas é impossível deixar de ir à natação quando é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; coisa que posso fazer neste momento, é o meu escape, a minha sanidade, o meu mundo, esqueço tudo e todos, simplesmente relaxante, faz-me sair de lá a cantar todas as músicas que tocam no rádio, enfim e hoje é uma pilha, ai ai...nem quando ia fazer provas estava neste estado, acho que vai mais uma directa é mais seguro, energias canalizadas parece-me uma boa opção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amanhã veremos como foi, se valeu a pena esta ansiedade toda para depois colocar a máscara e focar-me no importante, lindo lindo era levar uns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;phones&lt;/span&gt; para não ouvir sugestões do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boggy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; mas seria para além de indelicado e eu não quero isso, não que não vá cair em saco roto algumas sugestões mas será menos agressivo visualmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ai...veremos o presente que me vão dar, já que este saiu um pouco furado ou então não, a ver vamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-9168300059301972731?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9168300059301972731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=9168300059301972731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9168300059301972731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/9168300059301972731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-ai.html' title='Ai ai...'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-5811760515630786621</id><published>2009-04-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T04:05:35.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arronches @ 3 dias @ 10 horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez comecei o sábado pegado com a sexta, o que tornou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; a passagem a seguir ao almoço, apesar do mau tempo, o cansaço estava-me a ganhar não fossem as conversas paralelas que iam surgindo. Tendo em conta que a minha mobilidade ficou um pouco mais reduzida, as minhas tarefas reduziram em termos de esforços, ou seja, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sábado&lt;/span&gt; fiquei de volta do programa para ver se estava operacional. Já no Domingo passei para backup em termos de programa o que me deu mais tempo para estar no terreno e poder ver como corria este novo conceito de estafetas. Admito que estava entusiasmada, tudo podia mudar até ao final, o risco do nosso lado era enorme, a atenção redobrada, os olhos nos tornozelos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, os gritos presos na garganta, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; de quem assistia e o apoio que nunca faltou para quem fazia a prova. Foi um fim-de-semana bem passado. Ainda bem que existem pessoas pessoas com alguma sanidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327840367725794818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SfBKlhpIVgI/AAAAAAAABGU/UC8PraVlUCo/s320/DSCN1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Verinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cansadíssimas&lt;/span&gt; após mais um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fds&lt;/span&gt; de provas =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-5811760515630786621?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5811760515630786621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=5811760515630786621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5811760515630786621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/5811760515630786621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/04/arronches-3-dias-10-horas.html' title='Arronches @ 3 dias @ 10 horas'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SfBKlhpIVgI/AAAAAAAABGU/UC8PraVlUCo/s72-c/DSCN1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-7471968916267929130</id><published>2009-04-19T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:55:41.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SeuPWXxzX3I/AAAAAAAABGM/TRShWZSF9KA/s1600-h/DSCN1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326508598798540658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SeuPWXxzX3I/AAAAAAAABGM/TRShWZSF9KA/s320/DSCN1269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque ás vezes só me apetece voar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque quando se voa nada é o mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque quando voas a adrenalina acompanha-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ainda assim nem sempre conseguimos levantar vôo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-7471968916267929130?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7471968916267929130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=7471968916267929130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7471968916267929130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/7471968916267929130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-race.html' title='Human Race'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SeuPWXxzX3I/AAAAAAAABGM/TRShWZSF9KA/s72-c/DSCN1269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3949095570835722015</id><published>2009-04-14T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:57:03.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion and the Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I Guess that sometimes u just forget the bad things and remember what make u happier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time, a young girl who was always searching for something new on her life, something more then she already have, just a little more because has never enough until she get it and then when it happen... it started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The choices to be made, the things that she could lose by want all the things. She couldn't have everything on the same time and yet she thought that she would be stronger after all this, the love will make her stronger but for that she would need to receive at least a little of warm and soft kindness of her only love. She is convinced of that, otherwise she wouldn't be able to accomplish what she wanted and that was very hard for her because she couldn't tell to anyone what was going on, she had to be strong so that the others thought that she could do anything even that her love has forgotten. All she could do besides crying all the time (she was getting on the nerves of some of the people that knew her) was trying that he could remember the time that they pass and their plans for the future...after all she was his love too at least she believed that. The firsts months she didn't react, she was thinking all time about him, make calls to ear his voice, to ear his temperament on the phone saying that was her choice so she have to keep going even if choice another way, even if is not good for us, it was your choice, he said to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She forget how many times she wanted to forget everything and give up, she just wanted all over and be able to return to his arms and then she calm down, she remember the way he talk to her, make her felling guilt to made that choice, felling guilt for had will, for want more of the life, for be ambitious and for not loving her like he said he would. SHE WAS ALONE, MORE THAN EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After two or three months, she had to deal with a bigger problem, she shared the house with others and she found that the one of the guys that share the car with her was psico and so like she didn't need more of her attention, the discussions and yelling started until one night that was more intense and they fight. It was so intense and she didn't believed that someone that she barely knew had beaten in the face. She has abset and furious and all her body was in shock, she needed to ear the voice of her Love and yet he didn't calm her after what was going on, she cry so much that if someone could die from crying she already be dead by this time.He didn't care what happen with her, he only repeat "was your choice, you have to live with that, if you don't like it, return".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beside all the suffer, she wasn't giving up, never, she was weak for her love but she was responsable and like he said before she already made a  choice but one thing that he never understood was that our love is our soul mate so is never a choice because is on our side not in frent of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She pass for so many things, starting with living with psico, every single day she had to deal with someone that was always speaking bad about her, always trying to hurt her, always on her way, she had to come home every single day and see his face, hear his voice and it was so hard to share a space with someone that you didn't want because he was so evil. She had to deal with her angry because he wasn't going anywhere on the couple months that here ending for her to go, she counted the seconds with the hope that passed one more day so she could leave the house and see her love beside all the frustrations that they pass. She though so many times that she wouldn't do it, so many times, she wanna give up, so many times, she freakout, so many times she cry on her sleeping because she was tired and she didn't find a way for many months and for no reason she became a non-living if you wanna called like that, because she live but it didn't seems like need to breath.&lt;br /&gt; She kept  everyone out from her life and decided not share her thoughts, her tears dry, she became to think in other life, everything different, she though if didn't talk with him it was easier and it worked, and yet every single night she look ate him from the pictures that she had on her room, she felt safe knowing that he was protecting her, she would sleep better and one more day pass until he decide that have to tell her that everything was over if she didn't return right now. She only was able to said "u know I love u but u know that i don't give it up anything, I always finish what i start...[sigh]" and he said "ok, it was you choice, don't forget that what I'm doing it's because of you, u make me do it...bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She cried everytime since that day but she still have a hope that when they meet all will be ok, after all she love him and he would realise the same. She tried not to think all day on him but that was impossible, she write so many things about him , to him and never have to corage to send it and when the day came she just wanna that he suffered like she did, just a little bit, so when he ask her to be his girlfriend she said no because she was so unhappy that she didn't want that for her anymore, she put a mask and tried to be serious about it but her heart was jumping because she didn't though that she would felt so much love after all...she make her distance and he was upset and he show it well, stop talking. She didn't wanna to be so involve she was there with one mission and yet she fail big time, she remember everything and she wanna be part of his live like always she would remember but it was late....was too late and she didn't knew yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later she was aware that he had someone in his life and they had a life together and she had hope that when she saw her it could fell in love again, so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;The worse hasn't the fact that he real follow his life like he said he would do, she didn't believe at the time, was the fact the he hasn't able to tell the true to her like they promise when they start to date. She always told him everything even things that didn't matter to her and for him was a big deal. She felt betrayed not just for that fact but for the fact that him choice someone that they have fights in the pass. All together she fell alone again, betrayed and so stupid for still like that guy that didn't want her, that said to her one thing when stay alone with her and when he turn his back on her, all was diferent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never was able to follow her live like before, she never forgot it, never.&lt;br /&gt;She stop believe in love, she doesn't trust in anyone and she became a non-living for the rest of her existence until her time arrive, until ther she will fake all the smiles that she had to give and all the laughs will be like a knife in her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lost not only her only love but her life and her will for everything in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324705761460326274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SeUnrbVRj4I/AAAAAAAABGE/NRSc2t63A_I/s320/23+junho+2007%40brr+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"ILU - BB"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3949095570835722015?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3949095570835722015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3949095570835722015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3949095570835722015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3949095570835722015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/04/lion-and-lamb.html' title='The Lion and the Lamb'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SeUnrbVRj4I/AAAAAAAABGE/NRSc2t63A_I/s72-c/23+junho+2007%40brr+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-2643510204574496413</id><published>2009-04-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:28:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu novo...amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é, este é o meu novo amigo durante os próximos tempos até o mesmo deixar de me fazer cócegas, ou melhor, até não sentir nada. Não sei é quando isso vai ser, ninguém me dá uma data...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu médico achou que tinha tempo, o que não é mentira de todo e toma lá, que ficas a tarde toda a fazer tratamentos, ora panos quentes, ora massagem e depois é isto. Acho que é a parte que menos gosto, o facto de ter fios por todo o lado, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buh&lt;/span&gt;, torna as coisas mais reais, enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;round&lt;/span&gt; foi mesmo a massagem, e não consegui parar de rir, o que me havia de dar, a ultima vez que lá tinha ido, tinham-me feito massagem às costas e saí de lá quase aos gritos mas na coxa fazia-me umas cocegas excepto quando tocava naquele ponto crucial, foi uma risota pegada. A senhora nem conseguiu dar a massagem como deve ser. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Inevitável&lt;/span&gt;, fiquei baptizada, já na minha primeira sessão de tratamentos. No ginásio vi realmente que era uma intrusa, uma desconhecida apesar de sorridente, tinha idade para ser neta/bisneta de todos os que ali se encontravam, que frustração. Quando veio o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercício&lt;/span&gt;, veio obviamente a dor, acho que o senhor tinha algum prazer em me ouvir gritar quando não me estava a rir. então mas que raio de pergunta, tipo "que o nível de dor é agora de um a dez?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"dois - digo eu" seguido de "DEZ" após um apertão no meu joelho e ele sorria, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xiça&lt;/span&gt;. Com cada maluco, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; já percebi a mensagem, menos riso. Até que me perguntou se me ria da dor, e eu não, nem por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já quase se passaram duas semanas sem fazer NADA, e depois de o senhor me ter dito que ainda podia ficar com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nódoas&lt;/span&gt; negras dos apertões que me dava...era o que faltava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É já hoje que vou para a natação, assim só deslizar e tal, qual golfinho qual quê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vemo&lt;/span&gt;-nos do outro lado da piscina ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322728590314708098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sd4hc62GHII/AAAAAAAABF8/Of96CFGs5Zw/s320/DSCN1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322728588607371570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sd4hc0fCOTI/AAAAAAAABF0/IECh72cepl4/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-2643510204574496413?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2643510204574496413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=2643510204574496413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2643510204574496413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/2643510204574496413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-meu-novoamigo.html' title='O meu novo...amigo'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/Sd4hc62GHII/AAAAAAAABF8/Of96CFGs5Zw/s72-c/DSCN1129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781878687080596736.post-3641415574168577731</id><published>2009-04-07T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:05:37.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atitude...Positiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; A semana tinha sido longa e o fim de semana seria algo que aguardava com ansiedade por diversos aspectos. Alguns confirmaram a minha ansiedade, outros confirmaram a minha receptividade. Dei por mim a querer desligar e a querer não estar envolvida em todo o processo. Dizem que o tempo e a experiência traz não só sabedoria como algumas visões para o futuro, pois o que vi foi o contrário, foi o enfiar as mãos nos ouvidos e o olhar sempre em frente sem levantar nem rodar o pescoço como se nada se passasse a não ser o que estava no papel ou na mente como planeado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que ver coisas novas e mais bem estruturadas só fez com que ficasse insatisfeita com o não planeamento e a falta de comunicação cada vez mais instaurada. Enfim, há coisas que não mudam. Ninguém muda por ninguém, não há ilusões. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando as coisas não funcionam internamente, a melhor forma de atacar a "coisa" é restringires ao mínimo possível a informação e sem detalhes se possível. Resultado? Positivo. Tarefa alcançada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitos atletas, muito publico, muito sol e muita alegria. Consegui relembrar um dos sentimentos que tive num Silverman o ano passado que foi a gratidão e simpatia demonstrada por quem está do outro lado. Foi o que precisava para esquecer as infuncionalidades e focar no mais importante. À pessoas que nos "tocam" sem saberem, gostaria de ter tido tempo para tirar fotos nessas situações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diverti-me imenso com pessoas com quem nunca tinha tido tempo de falar mas sabia que eram extremamente "open mind". Senti vontade de correr, de mergulhar e estar do outro lado, apesar de ser intimidatório, isto tudo porque há uma semana que não faço nada e tenho que ser criativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A passagem por quarteira marcou mais um jogo de bowling em que saí vencedora. Começo a axar que estou na modalidade errada. Os meus 3 adversários masculinos começaram muito confiantes e acabaram o jogo desmoralizados. Jogo pouco mas quando jogo por norma ganho, começa a ser um vicio, acho que não sei jogar sem perder, muita competição. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No entanto, acho que o senhor lá do sítio ficou com receio que lhe fizesse um buraco na pista porque terá sido...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma noite bem passada na companhia dos meus colegas e amigos de trabalho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you all for the support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932056249618338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtNAiOFz6I/AAAAAAAABFE/S3_1FDo_yDI/s320/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Beto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932053158424738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtNAWtF8KI/AAAAAAAABE8/d_Q8LPxSBFo/s320/DSCN1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o alucinado do João ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932057320913026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtNAmNgeII/AAAAAAAABFM/Jz8O0mDNZC0/s320/DSCN1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;João&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932064893098754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtNBCa22wI/AAAAAAAABFc/gL9Ap_-RX20/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932060910984706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtNAzlcngI/AAAAAAAABFU/Q8Tq0HK9NPc/s320/DSCN1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je a jogar com a bola rosa :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933092389502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtN82JFvdI/AAAAAAAABFs/4UiAC84MdFs/s320/DSCN1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Winner. hihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933086016620050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtN8eZrRhI/AAAAAAAABFk/WAnYHwGlj2I/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781878687080596736-3641415574168577731?l=outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3641415574168577731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781878687080596736&amp;postID=3641415574168577731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3641415574168577731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781878687080596736/posts/default/3641415574168577731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/2009/04/atitudepositiva.html' title='Atitude...Positiva'/><author><name>acandeia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08863961068419347263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/STD9sVVRYTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RZQCF5F87tI/S220/jXpzuN270007-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-5hxZAzhAc/SdtNAiOFz6I/AAAAAAAABFE/S3_1FDo_yDI/s72-c/DSCN1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
