<?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-1069971970017371888</id><updated>2011-11-22T09:56:19.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O sentido romântico da coisa</title><subtitle type='html'>Até eu devo ter um lado romântico...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-9076361440259726724</id><published>2009-02-10T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:53:10.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque é o mês dos enamorados</title><content type='html'>"Se quiseres reconquistar-me, não tentes descobrir a razão que te levou a perder-me, e sim a razão que me levou a amar-te." (Diego Marchi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-9076361440259726724?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9076361440259726724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=9076361440259726724' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/9076361440259726724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/9076361440259726724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/porque-e-o-mes-dos-enamorados.html' title='Porque é o mês dos enamorados'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-40010697465143102</id><published>2009-02-10T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:51:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?" (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-40010697465143102?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/40010697465143102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=40010697465143102' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/40010697465143102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/40010697465143102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/amo-como-ama-o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-4243071971162669548</id><published>2008-05-28T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:28:28.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>"Life doesn't always turn out to be a fantasy. That's why you need friendships that are real to get you through it all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-4243071971162669548?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4243071971162669548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=4243071971162669548' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/4243071971162669548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/4243071971162669548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/05/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-325278259234634700</id><published>2008-04-17T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:54:32.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in my head - Katie Melua</title><content type='html'>Every night we fall into bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we fall in a heap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you kiss me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby &lt;strong&gt;all the sleepy things you say&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find what we did and we said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was all in my head&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you whisper to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you smooth down my hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darling it seems as if we know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find what we did and we said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowsy, drinking, I keep thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared of waking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, aching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my hopeless heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping soundly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the night we cruise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find it's in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you stroke away my blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we fall into bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we fall in a heap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you kiss me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby all the sleepy things you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find what we did and we said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/katie-melua/its-all-in-my-head.html"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/katie-melua/its-all-in-my-head.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-325278259234634700?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/325278259234634700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=325278259234634700' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/325278259234634700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/325278259234634700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-all-in-my-head-katie-melua.html' title='It&apos;s all in my head - Katie Melua'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-9161417657184862976</id><published>2008-03-03T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:08:14.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A ausência só mata o amor quando ele já está doente na data da partida."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condessa Diane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tenho as minhas duvidas...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-9161417657184862976?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9161417657184862976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=9161417657184862976' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/9161417657184862976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/9161417657184862976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/03/partida.html' title='Partida'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-9079854618842641878</id><published>2008-02-26T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:02:07.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só gosto de ti*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sentado no cais&lt;br /&gt;E ver ao longe o mar&lt;br /&gt;E a ponte sobre o Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Se é tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;É por causa de ti&lt;br /&gt;E deste meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Afinal vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?! Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou bem assim&lt;br /&gt;E tu também! (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali vai o paquete&lt;br /&gt;Aqui passa o navio&lt;br /&gt;Lá vão eles viajar&lt;br /&gt;Se tu aqui estivesses&lt;br /&gt;Gostavas como eu&lt;br /&gt;Gostavas de os ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Afinal vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?! Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou bem assim&lt;br /&gt;E tu também! (2x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Heróis do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Não sendo fã do grupo, sempre gostei do refrão desta música.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-9079854618842641878?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9079854618842641878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=9079854618842641878' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/9079854618842641878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/9079854618842641878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-gosto-de-ti.html' title='Só gosto de ti*'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-8652611752831071477</id><published>2008-02-18T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:22:51.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Woolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O tempo, embora faça desabrochar e definhar animais e plantas com assombrosa pontualidade, não tem sobre a alma do homem efeitos tão simples. A alma do homem, aliás, age de forma igualmente estranha sobre o corpo do tempo. Uma hora, alojada no bizarro elemento do espírito humano, pode valer cinquenta ou cem vezes mais que a sua duração medida pelo relógio; em contrapartida, uma hora pode ser fielmente representada no mostrador do espírito por um segundo." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in Orlando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-8652611752831071477?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8652611752831071477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=8652611752831071477' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/8652611752831071477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/8652611752831071477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/virginia-woolf.html' title='Virginia Woolf'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-7501564613244121523</id><published>2008-02-07T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:33:41.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além da morte (continuação III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“De todas as sinas a que um homem está votado, a mais terrível é sem dúvida a de amar demasiado.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“E, no entanto, a partir dessa primeira noite, passaram ambos a pertencer um ao outro, pois que tanto para ele como para ela a preocupação dominante consistia em encontrar maneira de estarem juntos.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“… de novo a invadiu uma sensação estranha, de fatalismo – a sensação de que , fizesse ela o que fizesse, jamais conseguiria libertar-se daquele homem.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-7501564613244121523?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7501564613244121523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=7501564613244121523' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/7501564613244121523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/7501564613244121523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/para-alm-da-morte-continuao-iii.html' title='Para além da morte (continuação III)'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-7861751797152527921</id><published>2008-02-01T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:40:10.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Só o combate nos apraz, mas não a vitória: gostamos de ver os combates de animais, não o vencedor a encarniçar-se sobre o vencido; que desejámos ver, senão o fim da vitória? E logo que ela é alcançada, ficamos saciados. Assim no jogo, assim na busca da verdade. Gostamos de ver, nas disputas, a luta de opiniões; mas não de contemplar a verdade encontrada: para a saudarmos gostosamente temos de vê-la nascer da disputa. Do mesmo modo, nas paixões, o que dá prazer é assistir ao combate de duas contrárias; mas quando uma delas domina, tudo se reduz a brutalidade. Nunca buscamos as coisas, mas sim a busca das coisas." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaise Pascal, in "Pensamentos" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-7861751797152527921?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7861751797152527921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=7861751797152527921' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/7861751797152527921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/7861751797152527921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/conquista.html' title='Conquista'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-5595534523376401395</id><published>2008-01-30T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:42:01.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque às vezes precisamos...</title><content type='html'>Abrázame asi&lt;br /&gt;Que esta noche yo quiero sentir&lt;br /&gt;De tu pecho el inquieto latir&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estás a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame asi&lt;br /&gt;Que en la vida no hay nada mejor&lt;br /&gt;Que decirle que sí al corazón&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pide cariño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame asi&lt;br /&gt;Y en un beso te voy a cantar&lt;br /&gt;El más dulce secreto de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que hay en mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Acércate a mí&lt;br /&gt;Y esta noche vivamos los dos&lt;br /&gt;La más linda locura de amor&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame así...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=GTatsnDxfEA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Roberto Carlos - Abrazame Asi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-5595534523376401395?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5595534523376401395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=5595534523376401395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/5595534523376401395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/5595534523376401395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/porque-s-vezes-precisamos.html' title='Porque às vezes precisamos...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-279524942104331899</id><published>2008-01-29T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:30:38.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carl Gustav Jung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do mal, muita coisa boa resultou. Mantendo-me calmo, nada reprimindo, permanecendo atento e aceitando a realidade. Vendo as coisas como elas são e não como eu queria que elas fossem. Ao fazer tudo isso, adquiri um conhecimento incomum, assim como poderes invulgares, de uma amplitude que jamais poderia ter imaginado. Sempre pensara que quando aceitamos as coisas, elas nos sobrepujam de um modo ou de outro. Resulta que isso não é verdade em absoluto. É somente aceitando as coisas que podemos assumir uma atitude em relação a elas. Por isso, tenciono agora fazer o jogo da vida, ser receptivo a tudo que me chegar, bom e mal, sol e sombra alternando-se eternamente. E, desta forma, aceitar também minha própria natureza, com seus aspectos positivos e negativos. Assim, tudo se torna mais vivo para mim. Que insensato eu fui! Como me esforcei para forçar todas as coisas a harmonizarem-se com o que eu pensava que devia ser..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-279524942104331899?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/279524942104331899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=279524942104331899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/279524942104331899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/279524942104331899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/carl-gustav-jung.html' title='Carl Gustav Jung'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-4840811260985219699</id><published>2008-01-21T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:46:24.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além da morte (Continuação II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Aquilo não era amor, certamente, nem mesmo o principio disso, mas sim uma espécie daquele perigoso interesse que as crianças experimentam em face das coisas misteriosas que julgam estar fora do seu alcance…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-4840811260985219699?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4840811260985219699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=4840811260985219699' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/4840811260985219699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/4840811260985219699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-alm-da-morte-continuao-ii.html' title='Para além da morte (Continuação II)'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-1703642535818800099</id><published>2008-01-18T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T05:58:17.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além da morte (Continuação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este foi, de facto, um livro que gostei de ler. E gostei da beleza de palavras tão simples, mas que definem tantos momentos na nossa vida... e tantas dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“A impressão com que a jovem ficou daquele encontro foi a seguinte: «será assim que ele começa com todas?».&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, custava-lhe crer em tal. Aquele tom apaixonado vibrante, da sua voz, aqueles olhares ardentes e todavia humildes…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-1703642535818800099?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1703642535818800099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=1703642535818800099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/1703642535818800099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/1703642535818800099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-alm-da-morte-continuao.html' title='Para além da morte (Continuação)'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-7260723927883610180</id><published>2008-01-15T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:00:16.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No limiar da verdade*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O filme não me cativou por aí além. Mais um thriller de Hollywood, sem nada de excepcional a apontar. Mas dá para passar o tempo. No entanto, a dada altura deparei-me com estas linhas. E gostei. Porque às vezes é dificil colocar em palavras, o que sentimos e felizmente há seres com mais talento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Hoje começo a compreender o que significa amor, se de facto existe. Quando nos separamos, ambos sentimos a falta da nossa outra metade. Sentimo-nos incompletos. Como um livro de 2 volumes, cujo primeiro se perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que eu imagino o amor. A imperfeição na ausência.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.dvdpt.com/n/no_limiar_da_verdade.php"&gt;Filme com Demi Moore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-7260723927883610180?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7260723927883610180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=7260723927883610180' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/7260723927883610180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/7260723927883610180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-limiar-da-verdade.html' title='No limiar da verdade*'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-4351645241033195069</id><published>2008-01-13T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T05:59:42.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além da morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/R4po8lW706I/AAAAAAAAACY/5saQN-14-Rk/s1600-h/mulher_2_ladyofmysterytop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma das passagens que mais gostei neste livro de John Galsworthy, Prémio Nobel 1932, foi sem dúvida esta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"E, de súbito, ela passara à sua frente e todo o seu mundo se modificara para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teria sido uma ilusão provocada pela luz que fizera transparecer no olhar que a jovem por ele relanceara toda a grandeza do seu espírito? Ou um certo jeito no andar, um requebro, um movimento coleante do corpo? Ou teria sido o modo como o seu cabelo ondulado caía para trás, ou um aroma subtil, semelhante ao de uma flor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que teria sido ao certo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/1069971970017371888-4351645241033195069?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4351645241033195069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=4351645241033195069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/4351645241033195069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/4351645241033195069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-alm-da-morte.html' title='Para além da morte'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069971970017371888.post-1842185693528060578</id><published>2008-01-13T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:31:20.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenganem-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... se julgam que colocarei aqui poesia e choradinho da minha autoria! :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, estou a brincar. A verdade é que há momentos em que me apetece extravasar (é assim que se escreve?) o meu lado mais sensível e romântico. Sim, aquele que eu julgo sempre que não tenho. Bom, como leio e muito e gosto de reter algumas passagens que têm sentido para mim, este é um bom sitio para memória futura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E depois de me justificar (foi o que pareceu), vou procurar o caderninho onde anotei as tais passagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069971970017371888-1842185693528060578?l=osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1842185693528060578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069971970017371888&amp;postID=1842185693528060578' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/1842185693528060578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069971970017371888/posts/default/1842185693528060578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osentidoromanticodacoisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/desenganem-se.html' title='Desenganem-se...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280320096797980374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdk0KpfQnJM/SmSliHcAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/v43gc2VnmCc/S220/opera-house-sidney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
