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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SasPQ_xDDoI/AAAAAAAAACY/0HzNvXSvu80/s1600-h/51CVAbKMfwL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SasPQ_xDDoI/AAAAAAAAACY/0HzNvXSvu80/s320/51CVAbKMfwL._SS400_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308353370455740034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualmente estonteante...&lt;br /&gt;É daquele género de filmes que são únicos, e que se podem dizem ser uma experiência para quem os vê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SasNpFkc9lI/AAAAAAAAACI/TjifroA6K24/s1600-h/1a6d1363ada0355a6334f010.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/fountain.html' title='The Fountain'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SasPQ_xDDoI/AAAAAAAAACY/0HzNvXSvu80/s72-c/51CVAbKMfwL._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-8346885070073958469</id><published>2009-02-21T20:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:25:45.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Closer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLq_wie8CRc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLq_wie8CRc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me tear down my reason, help me its your sex i can smell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to f**k you like an animal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to feel you from the inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to f**k you like an animal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My whole existence is flawed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que é assim... vai-se lá explicar, só apetece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra: Closer by Nine Inch Nails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-8346885070073958469?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8346885070073958469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/8346885070073958469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/8346885070073958469'/><link 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SZysEccszkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ezqwu8OC100/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-7936482720789685549?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7936482720789685549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/pormenores.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/7936482720789685549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/7936482720789685549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/pormenores.html' title='Pormenores...'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SZysEccszkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ezqwu8OC100/s72-c/DSC_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-6494916338452199958</id><published>2009-02-14T20:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:24:54.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Any words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4wxVbR-dxE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4wxVbR-dxE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink wine&lt;br /&gt;This is life eternal.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that youth will give you.&lt;br /&gt;It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for this moment&lt;br /&gt;This moment is your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme: Unfaithful (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Música: "Quiet" - This Will Destroy You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-6494916338452199958?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6494916338452199958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/any-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/6494916338452199958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/6494916338452199958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/any-words.html' title='Any words?'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-6500910322885532804</id><published>2009-02-13T23:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:27:10.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Do no harm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do no harm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do no harm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I defenseless? Yes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do no harm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I must stop mourning the nights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I must find that next place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do no harm, I'm just trying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard something, don't ask me what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must try deeper, I must proceed, it was only whispers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm defenseless, I'm cold...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do me no harm....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algures em tempos idos tinha a mania que era poeta, (e até escrevia inglês, parece chique, mas gostava (e gosto) da forma como soava), algures em tempos idos deixava os sentimentos extravasarem-se de mim e fluir, fosse porque motivo fosse, porque sim, porque acontecia, porque deixava acontecer... e hoje ao ler estas palavras que o tempo não apagou refugio-me em: "I believe in your victory" dos hercúleos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This Will Destroy You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(que recomendo vivamente a qualquer amante de música )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; e sorrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-6500910322885532804?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6500910322885532804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-no-harm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/6500910322885532804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/6500910322885532804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-no-harm.html' title='Do no harm'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-1482329441786069343</id><published>2009-02-12T19:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:35:17.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Experimentações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SZR4exWwHNI/AAAAAAAAABw/R7IfjlnLH44/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SZR4exWwHNI/AAAAAAAAABw/R7IfjlnLH44/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301995131362090194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SZR37lnjQVI/AAAAAAAAABo/ICgWQ6NhXg8/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SZR37lnjQVI/AAAAAAAAABo/ICgWQ6NhXg8/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301994526915903826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardim Botânico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          Parque Verde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-1482329441786069343?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1482329441786069343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/experimenta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/1482329441786069343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/1482329441786069343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/experimenta.html' title='Experimentações'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SZR4exWwHNI/AAAAAAAAABw/R7IfjlnLH44/s72-c/DSC_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-2969329463682572724</id><published>2009-02-08T21:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:30:06.364Z</updated><title type='text'>A ouvir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SY9q7ayibnI/AAAAAAAAABg/kVmnQc9fPWs/s1600-h/51n5uYhfkiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300572855474482802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SY9q7ayibnI/AAAAAAAAABg/kVmnQc9fPWs/s320/51n5uYhfkiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SY9VDmoe_jI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fv6XhGbuc2A/s1600-h/41GtPmeP63L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300548806836682290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SY9VDmoe_jI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fv6XhGbuc2A/s320/41GtPmeP63L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-2969329463682572724?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2969329463682572724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouvir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/2969329463682572724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/2969329463682572724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouvir.html' title='A ouvir...'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SY9q7ayibnI/AAAAAAAAABg/kVmnQc9fPWs/s72-c/51n5uYhfkiL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-167349589566373381</id><published>2009-01-31T21:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:51:57.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Origens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iluvatar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Deus primordial e único que criou o mundo com a música.&lt;br /&gt;(Isto na filosofia de Tolkien, eu nunca disse que era perfeito...). Sou um &lt;em&gt;fucking nerd&lt;/em&gt;, é o que é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexual Healing&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Marvin Gaye&lt;/strong&gt; - É qualquer coisinha esta música, transpira sexo e emana sensualidade. uhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't Got No, I Got Life&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Nina Simone&lt;/strong&gt; - Esta música quando se está a ficar deprimido é do melhor, salta-se, dança-se e "ontos" ficamos alegres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wood Floors&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Lisa Germano&lt;/strong&gt; - Esta é indiscutivelmente uma das minhas músicas preferidas, num post anterior encontra-se a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurt &lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Johnny Cash &lt;/strong&gt;- Original dos Nine Inch Nails, mas a versão do Men in black, leva-me a sítios indescritiveis, a absorver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe me&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Sia Furler&lt;/strong&gt; - Esta é daquelas que só ouvindo num carro bem ao estilo da Claire no&lt;br /&gt;último episódio do "Sete Palmos de Terra" faz sentido, e acreditem, faz todo o sentido do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoul I stay or should I go - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Clash &lt;/strong&gt;- Para momentos de indecisão, e para grandes saltos, moches e copos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Air &lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;J. S. Bach &lt;/strong&gt;- Para percebermos o quanto somos pequenos e como são grandes as emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old habits die hard - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/strong&gt; - E não é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gospel&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;The National&lt;/strong&gt; - Brutal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devorzhum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Dead Can Dance &lt;/strong&gt;- Transcendentalidade... não é por acaso que é uma das minhas&lt;br /&gt;bandas preferidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há mais muitas, muitas, muitas mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-167349589566373381?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/167349589566373381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/origens.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/167349589566373381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/167349589566373381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/origens.html' title='Origens'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-4293911669612281376</id><published>2009-01-27T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:13:11.658Z</updated><title type='text'>This one is for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7t3yjTTJFNI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7t3yjTTJFNI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-4293911669612281376?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4293911669612281376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-one-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/4293911669612281376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/4293911669612281376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-one-is-for-you.html' title='This one is for you...'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-8160062517302995494</id><published>2009-01-25T21:54:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:26:57.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7vmvEUpdgyY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7vmvEUpdgyY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Confesso-me aqui, seja tarde ou não, de demente. Entenda-se por isso o que se quiser, fica ao critério de cada um. A minha demência, seja ela o que for, baseada em que necessidade recalda for, ninguém é perfeito, temos pena... ohhh...., reside na minha ultra capacidade de me prender a uma música, e ouvi-la vezes sem conta, time after time, qual Cindy Lauper qual quê, vibro, sinto, transpiro e viajo e depois... volto. E esta música, Mr Antony lá nos encontraremos dia 18 de Maio no Porto, agarrou-se aos meus ouvidos que é coisa estúpida, pura poesia ou não, como alguns descrevem, para mim é só algo de extraordinário que me faz feliz e pronto. Quem é que consegue ficar indiferente à voz deste senhor? Quer queira quer não, já foi e já veio, e já se veio, seja lá de onde for, uma vez mais a minha tese dos orgasmos psicológicos (aqui também nós homens podemos disfrutar dessa injustiça da Criação ou para todas defeito de fabrico) aplica-se à equação em causa "&lt;em&gt;Her eyes are underneath the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ground&lt;/em&gt;" + "factor incógnito" = puro orgasmo psicológico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pura alegoria é assim que a descrevo, ao quê em concreto, isso já depende de cada um. A mim... pelo menos é sempre acompanhada pela imagem da minha avó, e "coisas" que nos façam lembrar pessoas tão lindas, são sempre bem vindas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-8160062517302995494?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8160062517302995494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohhh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/8160062517302995494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/8160062517302995494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohhh.html' title='Ohhh....'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-4219277264586882618</id><published>2009-01-22T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:46:06.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Ir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXkEhkRP1dI/AAAAAAAAABI/uA9Lp7YC1sc/s1600-h/41JhjnmxrQL._SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294267811668940242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXkEhkRP1dI/AAAAAAAAABI/uA9Lp7YC1sc/s320/41JhjnmxrQL._SL160_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antony and the Johnsons - The Crying Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é um álbum para um público abrangente, mas é essencialmente um excelente álbum para apreciadores de um gênero de música mais independente, mais fora do comum, até porque não é fácil "apaixonar-se" ao ínicio pela voz do vocalista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ouvir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-4219277264586882618?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4219277264586882618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/ir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/4219277264586882618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/4219277264586882618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/ir.html' title='Ir'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXkEhkRP1dI/AAAAAAAAABI/uA9Lp7YC1sc/s72-c/41JhjnmxrQL._SL160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-6036979002253347662</id><published>2009-01-20T11:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:12:13.029Z</updated><title type='text'>Any words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eouuwHb6p70&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eouuwHb6p70&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu até sei mais duas ou três músicas capazes de fazer justiça a este pedaço de mau caminho, mas esta não está de todo mal escolhida. Haja lá coisa mais sensual, qual consumação do acto, o homem vai aos céus e quando dá por si já estás mais iluminado que o Dalai Lama, mais suado que um peru recheado em vésperas da consoada e eu concordo orgasmos psicológicos sem vestígios físicos também podem consolar muita gente. Eu só fazia destas coisas em frente às camaras, com um cinto de castidade fortalecido com dois cadeados, uh uh, se bem que terá sido por isso que é o Kurt Russel que faz a cena, o homem já tem para mais de 50 anos, já não vai para novo, não querendo eu parecer preconceituoso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; E é impressionante como todos os movimentos estão nos sítios certos, do corpo da moça diga-se... Valha-nos, como diz o outro. Encomendas? fazem-se?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in "&lt;em&gt;À Prova de Morte&lt;/em&gt;" pelo mestre Tarantino &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-6036979002253347662?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6036979002253347662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/6036979002253347662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/6036979002253347662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpwww.html' title='Any words?'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-5222057763561621343</id><published>2009-01-19T15:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:53:21.226Z</updated><title type='text'>As tardes da Júlia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXSZSvgrxGI/AAAAAAAAABA/NqKEmu6ej9Q/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293024009337422946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXSZSvgrxGI/AAAAAAAAABA/NqKEmu6ej9Q/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que bem que me faz não ter televisão, e ter de vir a terrinha para ver este programa faz-me pensar "quantas pessoas não cortam os pulsos diariamente em Portugal graças aos fabulosos temas que a só dona Júlia teria o discernimento de debater", e eu que me esqueci das facas e chicotes em casa, lá na cidade, e não pertenço eu a uma qualquer seita que provoca dor no corpo como caminho para a iluminação. Que não se preocupem com frio e no bem estar fisico da população portuguesa, antes disso, e valha-nos a seja quem for, a nossa sanidade mental, haja lá tema mais deprimente para uma tarde chuvosa e cinzenta do que "Como sobreviver a um filho" e mais às músicas corta pulsos que acompanham o relato... aconselho também os suicidas a sintonizar a tvi à tarde caso que lhes falte coragem na consumação do acto..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-5222057763561621343?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5222057763561621343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-tardes-da-jlia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/5222057763561621343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/5222057763561621343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-tardes-da-jlia.html' title='As tardes da Júlia'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXSZSvgrxGI/AAAAAAAAABA/NqKEmu6ej9Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-2912829296038720800</id><published>2009-01-16T20:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:10:43.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXDwWPLtsyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rwlV-HFw074/s1600-h/benjaminbutton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291993826983785250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXDwWPLtsyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rwlV-HFw074/s320/benjaminbutton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se há histórias, sejam elas sobre que tema for, mas em específico, histórias de vida, que sejam extremamente bem trespassadas para a grande tela, aura da sétima arte, uma dessas será concerteza a de Benjamin Button.&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;Não gabo o Srº Fincher em particular pela realização deste filme, Fight Club e The Game demonstram que os seus filmes se tornaram culto graças aquele toque pessoal que só ele lhes poderia ter garantido, mas O Estranho Caso de Benjamin Button poderia ter sido realizado por qualquer outra realizador a que poderemos chamar desde já pertencentes à "New Wave" cinematográfica, tenha-se por exemplo Christopher Nolan, Aronofsky, Richard Kelly entre outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faço sim questão de reconhecer o argumentista, não pondo de lado o mestre F. Scott Fitzgerald, se por momentos podemos achar a história enfadonha, cheia de pormenores, com discursos prolongados e memórias que à primeira vista podem parecer demasiado transparentes, enganamo-nos profundamente, pois é nesses pequenos pormenores singelos que a beleza deste filme reside, nos pequenos actos rotineiros da vida de Button, dos seus amores e desamores, do impacto que um dos séculos mais fascinantes da história da Humanidade teve no seu percurso, e acima de tudo no julgamento pessoal da personagem principal em relação à sua posição no mundo, ao sentido contrário que as vivências tomam quando ao se envelhecer se torna mais jovem, e vice-versa. É nessa contrariedade de significados e sentidos que poderemos enxergar o modo como a nossa própria vida só faz mesmo sentido se for vivida da única forma que o pode ser, com circunstâncias inóspitas e agrestes que não poderemos jamais mudar, porque elas próprias acontecem porque assim tem de ser. Filme que nos intriga ao associar Benjamin à personagem que nasce com 80 anos e que caminha para juventude e que graças à mitologia e religião se tornou para nós sinónimo da pessoa mais nova duma qualquer família, o pródigo, o predilecto. A ironia, seja ela qual for só pode ser desvendada numa sala de cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brad Pitt demonstra aqui que não é só a cara bonita de Hollywood, tornou-se um actor maduro, coerente e com o seu estilo e presença bem enraízado, e Cate Blanchett? que dizer? simplesmente grandiosa e cada vez mais bonita, tornando-se assim a meu ver uma das novas divas de Hollywood, a caminho de altares e aplausos como por exemplo Hepburn e Garbo tiveram com todo o mérito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-2912829296038720800?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2912829296038720800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-h-histrias-sejam-elas-sobre-que-tema.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/2912829296038720800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/2912829296038720800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-h-histrias-sejam-elas-sobre-que-tema.html' title='Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SXDwWPLtsyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rwlV-HFw074/s72-c/benjaminbutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800627385884390367.post-7577341983858119024</id><published>2009-01-12T20:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:35:47.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Let it go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWuug7Dd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXD971Yfa24/s1600-h/41n4NDGmvOL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290514067908058530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWuug7Dd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXD971Yfa24/s320/41n4NDGmvOL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é de todo fácil, mas também não é de todo impossível. Muito se diz da suposta "boa música", nessa categoria recai, pelo menos para mim, e que seja somente só para mim, Lisa Germano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slide, representa algo como um escape, como uma fuga, absorvidos pela voraz capacidade da Srª Germano em nos fomentar memórias ou utopias, ouvimos este albúm e sem que saibamos encontramo-nos refugiados na faixa 8 - "Wood Floors" e somos consumidos por aquela estranha, mas confortável, sensação de que só não dançamos sempre, seja porque razão for, nessa mescla de vivências do rotineiro dia porque não queremos..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A ouvir, respirar, dançar, transbordar... e deixar-se extravasar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800627385884390367-7577341983858119024?l=thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7577341983858119024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/7577341983858119024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7800627385884390367/posts/default/7577341983858119024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepromisedwomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go.'/><author><name>Iluvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245321326569157947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWu0M3KYBBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fwjdfUFJJlg/S220/DSC_0659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwFwtp4nVYM/SWuug7Dd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXD971Yfa24/s72-c/41n4NDGmvOL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
