<?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-3787266148460676669</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:26:10.148Z</updated><category term='James... a minha favorita'/><category term='Homeostasis Level Especie de Poema Especie de Conversa'/><category term='hamburg...'/><category term='Apeteceu-me escrever em Inglês...'/><category term='grande som...'/><category term='Vale a pena visitar http://vidadaspalavras.blogspot.com/'/><category term='Gabriel.G.Márquez'/><category term='musica do dia'/><category term='a musica do momento...'/><category term='...foi o que saiu...'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>Homeostasis Level</title><subtitle type='html'>Forma dinâmica de auto-regulação. capacidade de manter as suas variáveis essenciais dentro dos limites da "normalidade" quando surgem eventos inesperados.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7703067783961181343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7703067783961181343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-la-la-la.html' title='La la la la'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-1956605240907723811</id><published>2008-04-16T18:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:37:55.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la la...</title><content type='html'>It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;br /&gt;It takes two floors to make a story&lt;br /&gt;It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some words to make an action&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some work to make it work&lt;br /&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Al la la la la It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a day to make you yawn, brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes some old to make you young&lt;br /&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;br /&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;br /&gt;It takes no time to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;br /&gt;It takes some fears to make you trust&lt;br /&gt;It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;br /&gt;It takes the dust to have it polished&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It goes full circle It is beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-1956605240907723811?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1956605240907723811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1956605240907723811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-la-la-la-la.html' title='La la la la la...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-5638329882281793567</id><published>2008-04-11T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:13:31.167+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel.G.Márquez'/><title type='text'>Parece me bem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca dejes de sonreír ni siquiera cuando estés triste,&lt;br /&gt;porque nunca sabes quien se puede enamorar de tu sonrisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-5638329882281793567?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5638329882281793567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5638329882281793567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/parece-me-bem.html' title='Parece me bem!'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-6174620665321184903</id><published>2008-04-07T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:08:25.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inacabado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontade de sonhar e de sentir&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de controlar, de comandar o sonho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bate o vento na cara gretada&lt;br /&gt;pelo experiente frio que te percorre a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vês e sentes um porto seguro,&lt;br /&gt;Só falta a brisa que te empurre nesse caminho de amor…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-6174620665321184903?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/6174620665321184903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/6174620665321184903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/inacabado.html' title='Inacabado...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-1671958043994196751</id><published>2008-04-04T11:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:25:46.393+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grande som...'/><title type='text'>Arctic Monkeys - Brianstorm</title><content type='html'>Brian, Top marks for not tryin'&lt;br /&gt;So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness&lt;br /&gt;We're grateful and so strangely comforted&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder are you puttin' us under&lt;br /&gt;Cause we can't take our eyes off the t-shirt and ties combination&lt;br /&gt;Well see you later, innovator&lt;br /&gt;Some want to kiss some want to kick you&lt;br /&gt;There's not a net you couldn't slip through&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's the impression&lt;br /&gt;I get cause you're smooth and you're wet&lt;br /&gt;And she's not aware yet but she's yours&lt;br /&gt;She'll be sayin' use me&lt;br /&gt;Show me the jacuzzi I imagine that it's there on a plate&lt;br /&gt;Your rendezvous rate means that you'll never be frightened to make them wait for a while I doubt it's your style not to get what you set out to acquire&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are on fire&lt;br /&gt;You are the unforecasted storm&lt;br /&gt;(Brian) Calm, collected, and commandin'&lt;br /&gt;(Top marks for not tryin')&lt;br /&gt;You made the other stories standin'&lt;br /&gt;With your renditions and jokes&lt;br /&gt;Bet there's hundreds of blokes that have wept cause you've stolen their ...thunder&lt;br /&gt;Are you puttin' us under&lt;br /&gt;Cause we can't take our eyes off the t-shirt and ties combination&lt;br /&gt;Well see you later, innovator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-1671958043994196751?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1671958043994196751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1671958043994196751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/arctic-monkeys-brianstorm.html' title='Arctic Monkeys - Brianstorm'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-430396036002709943</id><published>2008-04-04T10:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:43:12.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Procuras um espaço de calor,&lt;br /&gt;Sentes a vida em redomas de amor e paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Queres mais,  diferente e melhor&lt;br /&gt;Queres tudo, agora sim queres tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Já sentes… queres mais&lt;br /&gt;Não te contentas com o que já tens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;… queres mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queres um lugar onde faça sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, um por do sol, um luar estrelado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Um espaço encantado,&lt;br /&gt;Onde basta apenas estar, pensar e sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-430396036002709943?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/430396036002709943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/430396036002709943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere Out There'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-5753112670887918529</id><published>2008-04-02T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:24:15.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brilha te o Sol&lt;br /&gt;E pensas no toque de uma mão suave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brilha o sol&lt;br /&gt;E sentes a saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brilha…&lt;br /&gt;e perdes te em pensamentos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brilha, brilhante quase incandescentes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O que te faz voar em pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O que te leva até onde gostarias de estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pensa… vai… e continua a brilhar... Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-5753112670887918529?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5753112670887918529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5753112670887918529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/fly.html' title='Fly...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-2874415488913456477</id><published>2008-04-01T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:20:28.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apeteceu-me escrever em Inglês...'/><title type='text'>Awaking Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I think of you I just stay awake all night&lt;br /&gt;I see colors that I have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices that I never herd&lt;br /&gt;Ever icing is so different, and I miss so much&lt;br /&gt;So maybe that’s why I can’t fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m surrounded by birds and bees,&lt;br /&gt;But they all just go,&lt;br /&gt;But they all just fly away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a rollercoaster,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a cannonball,&lt;br /&gt;Take me out from this awaking dream&lt;br /&gt;From this schizophrenic way of be&lt;br /&gt;Because… I just can’t, I just can’t fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m surrounded by birds and bees,&lt;br /&gt;But they all just go,&lt;br /&gt;But they all just fly away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do, what can I say, besides staying here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, just Waiting for you in this sleepy awaking dream… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-2874415488913456477?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/2874415488913456477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/2874415488913456477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/awaking-dream.html' title='Awaking Dream'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-5974422705392273454</id><published>2008-03-26T10:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:04:50.758Z</updated><title type='text'>Fraco Feito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sublime, delicado e consciencioso&lt;br /&gt;Anárquico, fugaz e trapalhão&lt;br /&gt;Impetuoso e perspicaz, qual charlatão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sublime no toque,&lt;br /&gt;Delicado com a mão,&lt;br /&gt;Consciencioso ou saudoso perdido na paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Anárquico não será, muito menos fugaz ou trapalhão,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas como todos, é só mais um, mais um na multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Impetuoso, e fraco perspicaz, onde apenas vê tudo o que vê e faz tudo o que faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-5974422705392273454?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5974422705392273454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5974422705392273454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/03/fraco-feito.html' title='Fraco Feito'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-1882305205863570894</id><published>2008-03-26T10:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:00:40.409Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentes de Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentes um arrepio,&lt;br /&gt;Olhas para as mãos secas e cansadas de saudade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentes um arrepio,&lt;br /&gt;E só vês um imenso nevoeiro pela frente, num tom cinza… quase negro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentes frio,&lt;br /&gt;E procuras abrigo em qualquer parte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentes frio,&lt;br /&gt;E perdes te no desejo do momento.&lt;br /&gt;Não queres olhar para trás, e ficas dormente, latente... inerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentes… Sentes alguma coisa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-1882305205863570894?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1882305205863570894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1882305205863570894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/03/sentes-de-sentido.html' title='Sentes de Sentido'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-5589578375039333590</id><published>2008-03-25T11:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:34:34.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Escrevo sem querer, mas é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;É mais forte do que a vontade,&lt;br /&gt;É como um impulso, uma obsessão compulsão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despejar, descarregar, reciclar um conjunto de ideias&lt;br /&gt;Um conjunto de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual alcoólico que vomita ansiedade e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Qual mendigo que transborda alegria e riqueza,&lt;br /&gt;É como um impulso, uma obsessão compulsão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despejar, descarregar, reciclar um conjunto de ideias&lt;br /&gt;Um conjunto de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual momento, que momento,&lt;br /&gt;Boarder line… neurótico ou simplesmente no fio da navalha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-5589578375039333590?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5589578375039333590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5589578375039333590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/03/sem-vontade.html' title='Sem Vontade'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-6504081469461935763</id><published>2008-03-25T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:56:14.901Z</updated><title type='text'>Pobre Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdido no espaço&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar para trás, sem ver que o futuro faz e desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Sem dor e sem desejo&lt;br /&gt;Com o corpo no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Com a alma no passado&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhado pela solidão&lt;br /&gt;Apenas só na multidão&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de dor e riqueza&lt;br /&gt;Forma triste de pobreza…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-6504081469461935763?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/6504081469461935763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/6504081469461935763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/03/pobre-tempo.html' title='Pobre Tempo...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-7589996247396961493</id><published>2008-03-22T14:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:23:22.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Walk This Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers&lt;br /&gt;till I talked to your daddy, he say&lt;br /&gt;he said "you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin&lt;br /&gt;then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways"&lt;br /&gt;I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder&lt;br /&gt;oh, the times I could reminisce&lt;br /&gt;'cause the best things of lovin' with her sister and her cousin&lt;br /&gt;only started with a little kiss&lt;br /&gt;like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seesaw swingin' with the boys in the school&lt;br /&gt;and your feet flyin' up in the air&lt;br /&gt;singin' "hey diddle diddle"&lt;br /&gt;with your kitty in the middle of the swing&lt;br /&gt;like you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;so I took a big chance at the high school dance&lt;br /&gt;with a missy who was ready to play&lt;br /&gt;wasn't me she was foolin'&lt;br /&gt;'cause she knew what she was doin'&lt;br /&gt;and I knowed love was here to stay&lt;br /&gt;when she told me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, walk this way&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, walk this way&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, walk this way&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, walk this way&lt;br /&gt;just gimme a kiss&lt;br /&gt;like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolgirl sweetie with a classy kinda sassy&lt;br /&gt;little skirt's climbin' way up the knee&lt;br /&gt;there was three young ladies in the school gym locker&lt;br /&gt;when I noticed they was lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;I was a high school loser, never made it with a lady&lt;br /&gt;till the boys told me somethin' I missed&lt;br /&gt;then my next door neighbor with a daughter had a favor&lt;br /&gt;so I gave her just a little kiss&lt;br /&gt;like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seesaw swingin' with the boys in the school&lt;br /&gt;and your feet flyin' up in the air&lt;br /&gt;singin' "hey diddle diddle"&lt;br /&gt;with your kitty in the middle of the swing&lt;br /&gt;like you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;so I took a big chance at the high school dance&lt;br /&gt;with a missy who was ready to play&lt;br /&gt;wasn't me she was foolin'&lt;br /&gt;'cause she knew what she was doin'&lt;br /&gt;when she told me how to walk this way, she told me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, talk this way&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, walk this way&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, walk this way&lt;br /&gt;walk this way, talk this way&lt;br /&gt;just gimme a kiss&lt;br /&gt;like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-7589996247396961493?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7589996247396961493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7589996247396961493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-this-way.html' title='Walk This Way...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-4283877288869779450</id><published>2008-02-20T11:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:58:16.464Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>If I just could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se conseguisse perceber o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Sentiria talvez um outro presente&lt;br /&gt;Talvez uma outra vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguisse perceber o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Marcaria cada dia como especial,&lt;br /&gt;Rico e fascinante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguisse perceber o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Não me preocuparia com uma mão cheia de nada,&lt;br /&gt;Não seguiria o mais fácil, o mais confortável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguisse perceber o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Perder- me-ia no infinito de um amor distante,&lt;br /&gt;Na recordação do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguisse perceber o futuro…&lt;br /&gt;Como seria bom se conseguisse perceber o futuro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-4283877288869779450?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/4283877288869779450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/4283877288869779450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-just-could.html' title='If I just could...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-8166042871805317800</id><published>2008-02-19T18:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:53:26.426Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Falta-me a terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Falta-me a terra para assentar os pés&lt;br /&gt;Perdido num espaço sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Num infinito deslumbrante e ainda assim insignificante&lt;br /&gt;Onde me perco sem que ninguém espere por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a luz nem encontro o túnel&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está tão diferente, que me perco no tal espaço&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a terra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finto a vida, em desorganizações estruturadas&lt;br /&gt;Espero sentir mas só sinto o que não espero&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o vazio, sinto o frio...&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade? Contentamento?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Falta-me a terra para assentar os pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-8166042871805317800?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/8166042871805317800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/8166042871805317800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/02/falta-me-terra.html' title='Falta-me a terra'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-1554032600392259312</id><published>2008-02-18T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:58:45.877Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...foi o que saiu...'/><title type='text'>Um todo cheio de nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Um todo cheio de nada&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção muda&lt;br /&gt;Um ouvinte surdo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia de chuva e trovoada&lt;br /&gt;Um amor infinito&lt;br /&gt;O querer e não querer, estar e não estar&lt;br /&gt;Perdido… achado&lt;br /&gt;Triste… feliz&lt;br /&gt;A dor a magoa a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Todas as certezas todas as respostas… todas as perguntas e todos os porquês&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que me atormenta e tudo o que me deixa melhor&lt;br /&gt;Todo o riso e todo o choro&lt;br /&gt;Um Tudo e Um Nada&lt;br /&gt;A vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-1554032600392259312?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1554032600392259312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/1554032600392259312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/02/um-todo-cheio-de-nada.html' title='Um todo cheio de nada...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-5786660002503634894</id><published>2008-02-17T19:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:43:02.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;you've got me feelin like a child now&lt;br /&gt;cause every time i see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;i get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;where ever it goes i always know&lt;br /&gt;that you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;just take your time&lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;The rain is fallin on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;but we are hidin in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;under the covers stayin safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;you give me feelins that i adore&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tucked me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Im comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It starts in my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feelin shows&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Baby just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Holdin me tight&lt;br /&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-5786660002503634894?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5786660002503634894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5786660002503634894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/02/bubbly.html' title='Bubbly ...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-7143338477119423563</id><published>2008-02-05T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:09:19.463Z</updated><title type='text'>"Angel Feeling"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Is Me With Another Nervous Breakdown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Pressure Dropped, This Body Went With ItMemory Fails, I'm Feeling Claustrophobic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Scream My Silent Pain in This Big Plain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no One Here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell Me Who Is There Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Is There With You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Taking no Calls Unless It's Her Voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Seeing no One Unless It's Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Open the Mailbox Every Hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'll Hit the Postman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Want to Hear Some Love Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Not It That Dyslexic Voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I Won't Tear Apart For You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I Was Given no Choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Guess I Was Trying to Keep Me Alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Once I Was Dead There Was Nothing to Do Beside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picking Me Up and Lying Me Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting For Some Angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Wake Me and Say to Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello. Don't Be Scared. I Want You to Know, You're Not Dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss Me, Is This a Dream?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I Believe It?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please Promise to Me That I'm Not Going to Get Hurt This Time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I Too Good For You, Am I Just Paranoid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I Clinical Ou Should I Speak Louder?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I Should Close My Eyes For Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Wait For the Strongest Feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of All of the Feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To RaiseFromYou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I Real? Are You Real? Is This Real? What's Real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I Real? Are You Real? Is This Real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell Me, What's Real? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-7143338477119423563?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7143338477119423563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7143338477119423563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/02/angel.html' title='&quot;Angel Feeling&quot;...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-3172685294827068815</id><published>2008-02-02T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:19:51.180Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamburg...'/><title type='text'>Homeostasis Level weekend in Hamburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R6cs5O9FfbI/AAAAAAAAABI/XbxMe6lwM4k/s1600-h/hamburgo%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R6O7Du9FfaI/AAAAAAAAABA/NKcLOG_Kkts/s1600-h/hamburgo+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grande fim de semana, com um dos melhores amigos... Hamburgo by night!&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/3787266148460676669-3172685294827068815?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/3172685294827068815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/3172685294827068815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/02/homeostasis-level-weekend-in-hamburg.html' title='Homeostasis Level weekend in Hamburg'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-4159189982471036174</id><published>2008-01-24T00:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:14:34.874Z</updated><title type='text'>No words...</title><content type='html'>... just a smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-4159189982471036174?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/4159189982471036174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/4159189982471036174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-words.html' title='No words...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-112960968413329858</id><published>2008-01-24T00:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:12:22.195Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-112960968413329858?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/112960968413329858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/112960968413329858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-8140609984260923038</id><published>2008-01-22T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:11:05.409Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweet feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há qualquer coisa de leve na tua mão,&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que aquece o coração&lt;br /&gt;Há qualquer coisa quente quando estás,&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que prende e nos desfaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A forma dos teus braços sobre os meus,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo dos meus olhos sobre os teus&lt;br /&gt;Desço nos teus ombros para provar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que pediste para levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens os raios fortes a queimar&lt;br /&gt;Todo o gelo frio que construí&lt;br /&gt;Entras no meu sangue devagar&lt;br /&gt;E eu a transbordar dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tens os raios brancos como um rio,&lt;br /&gt;Sou quem sai do escuro para te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Tens os raios puros no luar,&lt;br /&gt;Sou quem grita fundo para te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem quebrar o medo, vem&lt;br /&gt;Saber se há depois&lt;br /&gt;E sentir que somos dois,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que juntos somos mais&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser razão para seres maior&lt;br /&gt;Quero te oferecer o meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser razão para seres maior&lt;br /&gt;Quero te oferecer o meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-8140609984260923038?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/8140609984260923038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/8140609984260923038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-feeling.html' title='Sweet feeling...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-5442861208760772725</id><published>2008-01-21T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:41:59.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Homeostasia</title><content type='html'>Ainda não é propriamente um dia de verão, e muito provavelmente não será uma hot summer night, ainda assim, não sei se deste &lt;em&gt;cheiro a calor&lt;/em&gt;, se do fantástico acordar ou do divertido almoço, mas sinto-me bem... leve.&lt;br /&gt;Este dia vai ainda a meio, e com tantas coisas por fazer... mas espero que continue seguindo o mesmo caminho, sem atalhos ou obstáculos, que seja um continuar de dia onde a Terapia do Gozo esteja sempre presente.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-5442861208760772725?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5442861208760772725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/5442861208760772725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/homeostasia.html' title='Homeostasia'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-7447616008544035341</id><published>2008-01-21T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:53:07.275Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica do dia'/><title type='text'>Bad case of loving you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hot summer night fell like a net&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta find my baby yet&lt;br /&gt;I need you to soothe my head&lt;br /&gt;and turn my blue heart to red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Doctor, gimme the news I got a&lt;br /&gt;Bad case of lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;No pill's gonna kill my ill I got a&lt;br /&gt;Bad case of lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty face don't make no pretty heart&lt;br /&gt;I learned that buddy from the start&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm cute, a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I ain't that kind of guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Doctor, gimme the news I got a&lt;br /&gt;Bad case of lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;No pill's gonna kill my ill&lt;br /&gt;I got aBad case of lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;I know you like it, you like it on top&lt;br /&gt;Tell me mamma, are you gonna stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me down twenty-one to zip&lt;br /&gt;Smile of Judas on your lip&lt;br /&gt;Shake my fist knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;I got it bad, and I got it good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-7447616008544035341?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7447616008544035341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7447616008544035341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-case-of-loving-you.html' title='Bad case of loving you...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-8056061414227396162</id><published>2008-01-20T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:39:28.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Homeotasis Level Moment...</title><content type='html'>Basta um momento, uma mensagem, um toque ou um sinal para toda a minha vida abanar, qual terramoto de 1755!&lt;br /&gt;É tão absurdo, que esta Flu se alimenta de tudo isto, uma somatização pura e dura, sem apelo nem agravo.Tudo é estranho, até o medo de sentir alguma coisa por outra pessoa, numa lá está, espécie de qualquer coisa, um constante aproximar e afastar, o receio de um não, da frustração, da dor e do sofrer. Evitar o olhar, o contacto e perder-me no imenso azul cinza do céu, parecem uma prioridade de uma “brigada anti-dor” que já me deixa sentir, mas que me inibe de fazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-8056061414227396162?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/8056061414227396162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/8056061414227396162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/homeotasis-level-moment.html' title='Homeotasis Level Moment...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-806227088079296849</id><published>2008-01-20T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:26:30.367Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vale a pena visitar http://vidadaspalavras.blogspot.com/'/><title type='text'>Tenho Pressa</title><content type='html'>Penso o tempo do Amor, e enquanto penso,&lt;br /&gt;O amor é para mim um mundo&lt;br /&gt;A única carne e a bebida mais doce&lt;br /&gt;E vivo como se assim fosse&lt;br /&gt;À deriva como um vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que é, não como ou porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Nem como posso explicar&lt;br /&gt;Esta aura que paira no ar&lt;br /&gt;E me leva, leve nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;A voar…&lt;br /&gt;E quando o tempo finalmente chega&lt;br /&gt;De olhar bem fundo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Neste amor que te carrega&lt;br /&gt;E em todos os fardos desta vida&lt;br /&gt;A vida parece tão comprida&lt;br /&gt;No tempo que escorrega&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho pressa de estar em ti&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz assim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Raul Cordeiro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-806227088079296849?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/806227088079296849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/806227088079296849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/tenho-pressa-raul-cordeiro.html' title='Tenho Pressa'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-2972761453753899987</id><published>2008-01-20T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:20:38.831Z</updated><title type='text'>Let´s be......</title><content type='html'>You look at me smile down your own,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like im the one,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to our hearts, we will find the way's of going throught...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights and days passed throught our lives,&lt;br /&gt;and still i was sure of anything,&lt;br /&gt;love is the key for our golden dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be in love again,&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the sound in "bed",&lt;br /&gt;Let's be in love again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, Kiss me, Hold me, Feel me,&lt;br /&gt;Love me, As if it was our last day...&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, Kiss me, Hold me, Feel me,&lt;br /&gt; Love me, As if it was our last day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-2972761453753899987?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/2972761453753899987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/2972761453753899987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-be.html' title='Let´s be......'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-6398818174299306566</id><published>2008-01-18T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:05:12.745Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica do dia'/><title type='text'>Take me down to the paradise city...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Take me down to the paradise city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the grass is greenAnd the girls are pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me home ... Oh, won't you please take me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just an urchin livin' under the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a hard case that's tough to beat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm your charity case&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So by me somethin' to eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll pay you at another time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it to the end of the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rags to riches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or so they sayYou gotta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep pushin' for the fortune and fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's, it's all a gamble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's just a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You treat it like a capitol crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody' doin' their time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me down to the paradise city&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the grass is green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the girls are pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, won't you please take me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, won't you please take me hooooooome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-6398818174299306566?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/6398818174299306566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/6398818174299306566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-me-down-to-paradise-city.html' title='Take me down to the paradise city...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-7427665864456569819</id><published>2008-01-17T16:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:46:03.591Z</updated><title type='text'>The Flu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar da constipação… sim aquela coisa irritante que tira qualquer um do sério, não posso estar doente! Claro está que ninguém gosta mas eu fico especialmente aborrecido… Mas apeteceu me escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Logo agora que me estava a sentir melhor, mais forte, mais contente sem aquele vontade quase permanente de desaparecer para um qualquer sítio onde conseguisse pensar no vazio… em nada, ou numa coisa só (como o pedirem nos para pensarmos em tudo excepto em ursos brancos, e é só isso que conseguimos ver!). Era isso que me tinha feito falta ir para um sítio onde me tivessem dito pensa em tudo excepto em qualquer coisa divertida. Na altura bem tentei fugir… perder me pelo mundo para ver se me encontrava… mas é verdade não vale a pena fugir, principalmente quando levas o telemóvel. Fugi para um dos meus cantinhos lá em cima perto do frio e da neve, onde sempre me senti tão bem… e ainda assim, apesar de longe, parecia estar colado aquilo de que tinha “fugido”.&lt;br /&gt;Consegui sentir me melhor, melhor mesmo, mas o telemóvel… epá o telemóvel estraga tudo, e se pensar bem muita da culpa de todos termos telemóvel é desses senhores lá de cima! Curioso &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sacanas)&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vale a pena fugir, ainda assim a mim fez me bem deu-me qualquer coisa, talvez só distanciamento… mas foi bom.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que a historia continua… (to be continued) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesar de tudo acho que sinto agora que: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a crack, I'm back yeah standing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the rooftops shouting out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I'm ready to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm back and ready to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei para onde… mas talvez seja só seguir a luz…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podia continuar mas não me apetece… e como o blog é meu fico por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-7427665864456569819?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7427665864456569819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7427665864456569819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/flu.html' title='The Flu...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-7478478794466253072</id><published>2008-01-16T11:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:57:11.776Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James... a minha favorita'/><title type='text'>Laid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This bed is on fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With passionate love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The neighbours complain about the noises above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she only comes when she’s on top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My therapist said not to see you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said you’re like a disease without any cure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, you think you’re so pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught your hand inside the till&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slammed your fingers in the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fought with kitchen knives and skewers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dressed me up in womens clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Messed around with gender roles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dye my eyes and call me pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moved out of the house, so you moved next door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-7478478794466253072?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7478478794466253072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/7478478794466253072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/laid.html' title='Laid...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-9020980939014132749</id><published>2008-01-16T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:59:40.913Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeostasis Level Especie de Poema Especie de Conversa'/><title type='text'>Para ti que um dia soubeste o que era o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dá-me a impressão que ainda n o vi&lt;br /&gt;Não queiras... depois podes magoar- te&lt;br /&gt;Ele maltrata- te, usa e abusa de ti, e tu continuas&lt;br /&gt;Numa busca incessante à procura de um nada,&lt;br /&gt;De um tal contentamento descontente,&lt;br /&gt;Do vazio, da imensidão do passado, do tudo que acaba sempre em nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece isto foi... isto foi estúpido,&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto nada disso, não posso sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo, não sinto nada disso,&lt;br /&gt;É bom procurar e amar&lt;br /&gt;É o sentimento que nos falta...&lt;br /&gt;O estar completo, a outra metade, ou vinte cinco,&lt;br /&gt;Ou dez ou cinco por cento...&lt;br /&gt;É a parte que te vai preencher...&lt;br /&gt;É o olhar, o sorriso secreto que te faz bater o coração&lt;br /&gt;Naquele ritmo, que só o amor provoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-9020980939014132749?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/9020980939014132749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/9020980939014132749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-ti-que-um-dia-soubeste-o-que-era-o.html' title='Para ti que um dia soubeste o que era o amor'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-3217823427331282207</id><published>2008-01-15T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:59:54.366Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a musica do momento...'/><title type='text'>When the Stars go Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' where the stars go blue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' where the evening fell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' in your wooden shoes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a wedding gown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' out on 7th street &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' through the underground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancin' little marionette &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you go when you're blue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll follow you ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-3217823427331282207?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/3217823427331282207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/3217823427331282207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='When the Stars go Blue'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6A9caz4NG4/R5klEu9FfZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zJNF4u2dByc/S220/St.+Lary+059.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787266148460676669.post-2889304106471201585</id><published>2008-01-15T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:30:37.667Z</updated><title type='text'>The first line...</title><content type='html'>A primeira linha é sempre a mais complicada, é aquela que nos faz pensar e reflectir sobre o que queremos dizer, sobre o que queremos partilhar e se é que o queremos partilhar!&lt;br /&gt;Tantas questões, tantos pensamentos, será este um bom escape para "trabalhar" os meus processos homeostaticos?!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver onde isto nos leva... se é que nos leva a algum lado ou se se torna aquilo a que normalmente chamo de &lt;em&gt;uma éspecie de qualquer coisa&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787266148460676669-2889304106471201585?l=homeostasis-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/2889304106471201585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787266148460676669/posts/default/2889304106471201585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeostasis-level.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-line.html' title='The first line...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960165241126995829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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