<?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-26682650</id><updated>2011-05-05T09:42:55.810-07:00</updated><category term='special places'/><category term='partilha'/><category term='visao'/><category term='where magic lives'/><category term='light'/><category term='Voltar'/><category term='days to come'/><category term='dream'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='detalhes'/><category term='faith'/><category term='hope'/><title type='text'>Nocturna</title><subtitle type='html'>Every night has a begin and a sunrise in the end</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-1352339630785088489</id><published>2008-07-10T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:59:37.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where magic lives'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/SHaUIL7WhcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Rb4evqpn4g/s1600-h/pousada+termas+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221523686344263106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/SHaUIL7WhcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Rb4evqpn4g/s320/pousada+termas+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um lugar de partilha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;um lugar de paz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-1352339630785088489?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/1352339630785088489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=1352339630785088489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1352339630785088489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1352339630785088489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-lugar-de-partilha.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/SHaUIL7WhcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Rb4evqpn4g/s72-c/pousada+termas+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-1603253058181090649</id><published>2008-05-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:05:56.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dream…&lt;br /&gt;Dream of sweet places of green and blue&lt;br /&gt;Dream of skies full of stars&lt;br /&gt;Dream of me laing in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Dream of me and you dreaming the same dream…&lt;br /&gt;Just dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&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/26682650-1603253058181090649?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/1603253058181090649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=1603253058181090649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1603253058181090649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1603253058181090649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-dream-of-sweet-places-of-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-2864831703911569097</id><published>2008-05-15T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:18:40.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TU que olhas por nós e consegues dar a paz que não se explica&lt;br /&gt;Tu que transformas as noites escuras em belos raios de lua&lt;br /&gt;Tu que acaricias os olhos que choram pela mão do vento&lt;br /&gt;Tu que embalas a realidade em sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a esperança não me abandone&lt;br /&gt;Que consiga toca-la e reparti-la&lt;br /&gt;Que consiga inebriar sentires cinzentos&lt;br /&gt;Até em brilhos de futura alegria se tornarem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito e partilho a crença que o amanhã pode ser mais,&lt;br /&gt;Vem, aproxima-te a partilha esta fé…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-2864831703911569097?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/2864831703911569097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=2864831703911569097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2864831703911569097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2864831703911569097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/05/tu-que-olhas-por-ns-e-consegues-dar-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-2449413989621180529</id><published>2008-05-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:49:26.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visao'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consegues ver para além do primeiro olhar?;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198111735881388498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/SCNnFT__0dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5VwQr3p4KhE/s320/pousada+termas+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-2449413989621180529?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/2449413989621180529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=2449413989621180529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2449413989621180529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2449413989621180529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/05/consegues-ver-para-alm-do-primeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/SCNnFT__0dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5VwQr3p4KhE/s72-c/pousada+termas+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-2803447481907602896</id><published>2008-04-13T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:52:16.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fui recortando memorias&lt;br /&gt;Fui construindo esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Fui guardando sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;Fui olhando a lua e rezei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo às forças de outrora que me acompanhem,&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo-lhe que me levem a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Que te tragam a mim,&lt;br /&gt;Que te recordem nossos dias..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas o silencio me ouviu,&lt;br /&gt;A lua coberta em nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;escondeu seu brilho estrelar..&lt;br /&gt;E eu adormeci em ti um novo acordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-2803447481907602896?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/2803447481907602896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=2803447481907602896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2803447481907602896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2803447481907602896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/04/fui-recortando-memorias-fui-construindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-1494378565483340447</id><published>2008-04-06T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:46:00.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special places'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R_lELFxdxpI/AAAAAAAAADs/xgjXqdmee9o/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186251403212736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R_lELFxdxpI/AAAAAAAAADs/xgjXqdmee9o/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que vemos daqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-1494378565483340447?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/1494378565483340447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=1494378565483340447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1494378565483340447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1494378565483340447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/04/aquilo-que-vemos-daqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R_lELFxdxpI/AAAAAAAAADs/xgjXqdmee9o/s72-c/DSC00821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-5733402991083021198</id><published>2008-03-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:22:26.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days to come'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days before these that will someday come,&lt;br /&gt;Days before the endless nights that hide shadows and lights&lt;br /&gt;Days before you came into my own days and nights…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days of uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the end for them,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just another  emotion to came,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll came and hug me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these days before will be the same as this day after…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-5733402991083021198?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/5733402991083021198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=5733402991083021198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/5733402991083021198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/5733402991083021198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/03/days-before-these-that-will-someday.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-3865396938200559001</id><published>2008-02-19T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:33:21.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joy and sweet words of wisdom to all those who bring faith in the stars, even in winter nights..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-3865396938200559001?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/3865396938200559001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=3865396938200559001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/3865396938200559001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/3865396938200559001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/02/joy-and-sweet-words-of-wisdom-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-2512778911955881394</id><published>2008-02-03T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:29:14.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero ficar aqui, aqui sem pensar num futuro que tantas vezes soa incerto e vago…&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar aqui, permanecer fazendo parte dos teus dias, inundando as tuas horas…&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar aqui, respirar o ar que nos rodeia numa pressa de ir mais além…&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar aqui, hoje quero tão somente repousar a minha cabeça no teu colo, sentir o teu aroma de verde mar, banhado de nuvens que deixam antever nossos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, e só hoje, não quero sair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero partir rumo ao conhecido, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero-me perder no que ainda não vi contigo…&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer mais e mais,&lt;br /&gt;Respirar cada travo de um sabor que não conhecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partilho contigo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&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/26682650-2512778911955881394?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/2512778911955881394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=2512778911955881394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2512778911955881394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/2512778911955881394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/02/quero-ficar-aqui-aqui-sem-pensar-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-442703998687613577</id><published>2008-01-23T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:03:57.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R5edYEXZxbI/AAAAAAAAADc/vin9Y6bG_v4/s1600-h/first+to+spain+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158764934990513586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R5edYEXZxbI/AAAAAAAAADc/vin9Y6bG_v4/s320/first+to+spain+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One symbol of a magic place... another to remenber with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-442703998687613577?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/442703998687613577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=442703998687613577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/442703998687613577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/442703998687613577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-symbol-of-magic-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R5edYEXZxbI/AAAAAAAAADc/vin9Y6bG_v4/s72-c/first+to+spain+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-1624166684500169159</id><published>2008-01-15T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:39:25.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;another moment of beauty...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155836394026093298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R4014jH0yvI/AAAAAAAAADU/AIyBRW8hXPg/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the light in the shadows&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/26682650-1624166684500169159?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/1624166684500169159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=1624166684500169159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1624166684500169159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1624166684500169159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-moment-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R4014jH0yvI/AAAAAAAAADU/AIyBRW8hXPg/s72-c/097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-1267932190892177562</id><published>2008-01-12T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:37:51.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R4ky5TH0yuI/AAAAAAAAADM/otpUDbUuUkI/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154707208469269218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R4ky5TH0yuI/AAAAAAAAADM/otpUDbUuUkI/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bright and blue... the simple beauty in life...&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/26682650-1267932190892177562?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/1267932190892177562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=1267932190892177562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1267932190892177562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/1267932190892177562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2008/01/bright-and-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/R4ky5TH0yuI/AAAAAAAAADM/otpUDbUuUkI/s72-c/101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-5495795047386143566</id><published>2007-11-07T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:47:15.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voltar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Espero ouvir o sussurrar da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Agora que regresso,&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo palavras cálidas sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Silêncios do avesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comigo levo fé,&lt;br /&gt;O inverso da Saudade&lt;br /&gt;Transformada em abraços&lt;br /&gt;A procura de um amanhã melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje comecei a construir&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã espero plantar e colher&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos sob a lua&lt;br /&gt;Respirar o ar daquelas montanhas&lt;br /&gt;Tocando a alegria de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassar dias cinzentos,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a mão que me afaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um acto de fé&lt;br /&gt;Queira se transubstancie&lt;br /&gt;Queira fazer valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;Queira acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afinal amanhã será sempre mais…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. A vós o meu obrigada …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-5495795047386143566?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/5495795047386143566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=5495795047386143566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/5495795047386143566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/5495795047386143566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/11/espero-ouvir-o-sussurrar-da-liberdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-3834161931418976039</id><published>2007-10-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:05:41.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/Rxi5nHSvuFI/AAAAAAAAADE/OHYSq1A0hqY/s1600-h/s+mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123048657757648978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/Rxi5nHSvuFI/AAAAAAAAADE/OHYSq1A0hqY/s320/s+mac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once more the return to where the wild roses grow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-3834161931418976039?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/3834161931418976039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=3834161931418976039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/3834161931418976039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/3834161931418976039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-more-return-to-where-wild-roses.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/Rxi5nHSvuFI/AAAAAAAAADE/OHYSq1A0hqY/s72-c/s+mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-5431273620508179160</id><published>2007-06-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:39:07.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brindo à amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Brindo a cada percalço que a vida traz e que cada abraço transforma num prazer consumado,&lt;br /&gt;Brindo a cada reencontro após uma tortuosa despedida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brindo a ti&lt;br /&gt;a mim,&lt;br /&gt;a nós...&lt;br /&gt;por cada travo partilhado, memória embalada,&lt;br /&gt;fragmento acolhido entre cada inspiração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;levanto para ti meu cálice,&lt;br /&gt;Possa um dia recolher de ti a mesma vida que hoje me adormece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À nossa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-5431273620508179160?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/5431273620508179160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=5431273620508179160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/5431273620508179160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/5431273620508179160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/06/brindo-amizade-brindo-cada-percalo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-3815513097274758946</id><published>2007-05-31T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:05:01.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afogando magoa de lembrança &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apanho pedaços de um sentir fugidio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Encontrando em ti lugar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje, sempre, agora,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talvez, amanhã mais,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por agora, fica a esperança&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talhada em memórias,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdida na lembrança…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Palavras a ti dedico:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que elas ecoem nos teus dias&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E voltem memórias sentidas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-indent: -35.4pt;"&gt;Filos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-3815513097274758946?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/3815513097274758946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=3815513097274758946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/3815513097274758946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/3815513097274758946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/05/afogando-magoa-de-lembrana-apanho.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-4260318608232328681</id><published>2007-05-01T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:37:03.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partilha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/RjeWYq0rJLI/AAAAAAAAACE/EYvbzm9XnKY/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059678056930288818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/RjeWYq0rJLI/AAAAAAAAACE/EYvbzm9XnKY/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja o recanto mais belo do céu ou da Terra, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este apenas o é quando partilhado...&lt;/strong&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/26682650-4260318608232328681?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/4260318608232328681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=4260318608232328681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/4260318608232328681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/4260318608232328681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/05/seja-o-recanto-mais-belo-do-cu-ou-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_d42S16ec9RU/RjeWYq0rJLI/AAAAAAAAACE/EYvbzm9XnKY/s72-c/DSC00271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-4077253394198952621</id><published>2007-03-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:49:43.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detalhes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tatuei em pensamentos vorazes&lt;br /&gt;Recordações do nosso amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Escondi-as no peito e sorri,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando que só hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Não procure compreender,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer em cada detalhe&lt;br /&gt;A tua esperada partida,&lt;br /&gt;A tua indesejada despedida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em partes de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Num adeus sincero,&lt;br /&gt;Num até encoberto de nadas,&lt;br /&gt;Num receio de não encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Um amanhã somente nosso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-4077253394198952621?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/4077253394198952621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=4077253394198952621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/4077253394198952621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/4077253394198952621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/03/tatuei-em-pensamentos-vorazes-recordaes.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-4411428389467137630</id><published>2007-03-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:51:18.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinha tanto para escrever desta vez,&lt;br /&gt;hoje que termino um ciclo,&lt;br /&gt;hoje no dia em que espero adormecer e conseguir, com olhos e ver acreditar num melhor amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e talvez ainda mais amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;sinto falta do que aqui não vivi,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta das noites passadas, envolta em melodia,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do amanhã, que neste lugar me parecia, sempre, bom motivo pra regressar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje anseio o ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje abandono o amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que regresse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-4411428389467137630?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/4411428389467137630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=4411428389467137630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/4411428389467137630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/4411428389467137630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/03/tinha-tanto-pare-escrever-desta-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-117321540126580065</id><published>2007-03-06T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:10:01.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3680/2795/1600/597848/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3680/2795/320/302459/tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão melancólica é a percepção de que tantas vezes podemos ter o melhor e contentam-se os nossos sentidos, numa exaltação do hábito, a ficar aquém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos &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/26682650-117321540126580065?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/117321540126580065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=117321540126580065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/117321540126580065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/117321540126580065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-melanclica-percepo-de-que-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-117148376687271373</id><published>2007-02-14T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:09:26.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Catapulto sentimentos que recuso olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que não te disse,&lt;br /&gt;Sombras de dias por navegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sabor de brisas de destino com aroma a jasmim,&lt;br /&gt;Aqueço gelidas mãos de luz&lt;br /&gt;Num vapor de futuros incertos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deixo o recolher de silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Invadir minha alma e fecha-la&lt;br /&gt;Não sair, permanecer em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fico assim escondida no que não será jamais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-117148376687271373?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/117148376687271373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=117148376687271373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/117148376687271373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/117148376687271373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/02/catapulto-sentimentos-que-recuso-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-117028569352708486</id><published>2007-01-31T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:21:33.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sombras que a luz não encobre, revela,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que os textos não mostram, escondem&lt;br /&gt;Recordações que o passado não quer,&lt;br /&gt;Memórias que o futuro recebe&lt;br /&gt;Num presente pleno de mensagens sublimes,&lt;br /&gt;Em noites trazidas pelo vento,&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço num acto de fé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-117028569352708486?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/117028569352708486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=117028569352708486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/117028569352708486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/117028569352708486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/01/sombras-que-luz-no-encobre-revela.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116941436663359486</id><published>2007-01-21T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:19:26.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now it seems to me that no more tears will fall from my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;‘cause your eyes never really reach the same I did…&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for some tomorrow that will never come…&lt;br /&gt;All I really need now is you wanting to stay…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&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/26682650-116941436663359486?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116941436663359486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116941436663359486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116941436663359486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116941436663359486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-it-seems-to-me-that-no-more-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116898362779861088</id><published>2007-01-16T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:40:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3680/2795/1600/487526/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3680/2795/320/387614/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouço relógios que batem,&lt;br /&gt;que não deixam o tempo passar,&lt;br /&gt;vendo as horas percorrendo os dias sem descanso,&lt;br /&gt;dias pensei para sempre permanecendo em nós,&lt;br /&gt;inundando-nos em esperança, outrora,&lt;br /&gt;agora, destroçada pelo toque de cada badalada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116898362779861088?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116898362779861088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116898362779861088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116898362779861088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116898362779861088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/01/ouo-relgios-que-batem-que-no-deixam-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116785864114805747</id><published>2007-01-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:10:41.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te sentir perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Encostar tua face na minha&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço que parece sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo reflexo d’alma&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo o passar de dias,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando os mesmos fins&lt;br /&gt;Apelando às almas&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo desejos&lt;br /&gt;Rumando paixões&lt;br /&gt;Concretizando vontades&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo os braços ao céu&lt;br /&gt;Caindo em cada adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Traduzindo olhares em sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo cada olhar teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traçando nossos rumos&lt;br /&gt;Permanecendo em nós,&lt;br /&gt;Assim ficará&lt;br /&gt;Teu sonho tornado verdade&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassada tempestade,&lt;br /&gt;Cantando à luz de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Silêncios que contigo partilho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116785864114805747?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116785864114805747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116785864114805747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116785864114805747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116785864114805747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2007/01/quero-te-quero-te-sentir-perto-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116689188895767445</id><published>2006-12-23T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:38:08.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Porque chega ao final mais uma conjunto de dias,&lt;br /&gt;que chamamos ano,&lt;br /&gt;porque no fim de cada meta há que olhar para trás,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impõe-se que olhemos para trás&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que vejamos o que passou,&lt;br /&gt;quem passou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que fizemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou o que deixamos de fazer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando erramos&lt;/strong&gt;, porque erramos,&lt;br /&gt;mas talvez e ainda mais:&lt;br /&gt;olhar em volta &lt;strong&gt;e ver quem ficou&lt;/strong&gt;, porque ficou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para quem ficamos&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aqueles que connosco levamos para mais uma etapa...&lt;br /&gt;para mais esse conjunto de dias, de meses&lt;br /&gt;e quem sabe ainda por mais tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que &lt;strong&gt;chegamos a&lt;/strong&gt; um fim, um como tantos outros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um principio de algo&lt;/strong&gt; que esperamos, não maior, mas melhor,&lt;br /&gt;talvez mais puro,&lt;br /&gt;talvez com mais concretizações,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que apenas como mais uma sucessão de dias?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tem de ser assim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um pode fazer do próximo ano melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o que basta é querer, ou melhor,&lt;strong&gt; realmente querer&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116689188895767445?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116689188895767445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116689188895767445' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116689188895767445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116689188895767445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/12/porque-chega-ao-final-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116664976354629265</id><published>2006-12-20T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:22:43.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voltando à luz e aos segredos que ela inventa e revela,&lt;br /&gt; sorrio,&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse a primeira e que julguei única,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em busca daquele sorriso tão nobre e sincero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&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/26682650-116664976354629265?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116664976354629265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116664976354629265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116664976354629265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116664976354629265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/12/voltando-luz-e-aos-segredos-que-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116560460780077985</id><published>2006-12-08T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:03:27.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabes havia alguma coisa em ti que me parecia dizer que não eras bem tu que procurava, que não era o teu sorriso que me cativava, que não devia seguir para junto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, esta é apenas mais uma espero, só apenas mais uma história, que conduzi contra instintos, contra fantasmas, contra mim mesma, sem perceber muito bem como o podia fazer, mas fiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E all o-v-e-r again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que o instinto que nos incomoda, que por vezes nos parece perseguir, afinal o que queria era impedir que mais uma vez cenários sem cor fossem delineados, escritos, usados como fonte de palavras gastas de tanto se repetirem, outrora... agora... amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ª...l...l.... º...v...e...r...ª................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116560460780077985?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116560460780077985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116560460780077985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116560460780077985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116560460780077985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabes-havia-alguma-coisa-em-ti-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116526115376354211</id><published>2006-12-04T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:09:10.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colori a minha vida de preto e cinza, cores do que passou e talvez quisesse que voltasse.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal os dias de sol estão pertinho, eu sei, bem atrás daquele horizonte que encobre dias de chuva...&lt;br /&gt;Outrora pensamentos sorridentes de pedaços de luar reflectidos, agora a procura de tais pedaços de céu...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal pensavas que os conseguias agarrar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se tal brilho se deixasse apanhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116526115376354211?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116526115376354211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116526115376354211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116526115376354211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116526115376354211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/12/colori-minha-vida-de-preto-e-cinza.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116421253007439132</id><published>2006-11-22T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:22:10.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje acordei e o céu pareceu ser mais azul, chovia, mas aquela luz que as frestas da janela deixavam entrar, convidaram-me a acordar, disseram-me em silêncio que hoje tinha de sorrir para mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que me levantei e deixei que o ar inundasse meu corpo e que a luz o envolvesse também... Respirei fundo, saí, tanta vida, tanta força para viver, na planta que ergue seus braços, no cão que vorazmente foge com um pedaço desconhecido de carne ou no pássaro que bem alto eleva seu voo...e eu... eu que agora vou juntar-me a esta orquestra de sentidos, de querer mais e mais, de dar mais ainda, merecendo cada raio de sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom dia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116421253007439132?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116421253007439132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116421253007439132' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116421253007439132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116421253007439132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/11/hoje-acordei-e-o-cu-pareceu-ser-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116353505521864938</id><published>2006-11-14T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:11:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prosa teu nome secreto,&lt;br /&gt;Embala a guitarra com a voz,&lt;br /&gt;Fio de lua trinado,&lt;br /&gt;Luar esquecido por nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devora a dor solitária&lt;br /&gt;Embalada com tua visão&lt;br /&gt;Turva de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Plena de som e vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desce a saudade a rua&lt;br /&gt;De um povo que espera...&lt;br /&gt;Que desespera a esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Lua negra madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;Até o amanhecer chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116353505521864938?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116353505521864938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116353505521864938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116353505521864938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116353505521864938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/11/prosa-teu-nome-secreto-embala-guitarra.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116302389960291114</id><published>2006-11-08T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:11:39.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo by Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116302389960291114?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116302389960291114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116302389960291114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116302389960291114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116302389960291114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/11/photo-by-filos.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116282436716186023</id><published>2006-11-06T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:46:07.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olhos de mar plenos de céu&lt;br /&gt;Tapa teu véu doce memória,&lt;br /&gt;O presente ocupa o agora&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, não o outrora&lt;br /&gt;Hoje Primavera descansa&lt;br /&gt;Rosas de um soturno jardim&lt;br /&gt;Abraçam a neve que devoram&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de água a cair,&lt;br /&gt;Dessa cinza cor de mel&lt;br /&gt;Cor de memórias passadas,&lt;br /&gt;Outrora de sabor a fel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116282436716186023?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116282436716186023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116282436716186023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116282436716186023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116282436716186023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/11/olhos-de-mar-plenos-de-cu-tapa-teu-vu.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116258181329413916</id><published>2006-11-03T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:23:33.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;São os sons de tudo o que tocas&lt;br /&gt;que me conduzem ao infinito,&lt;br /&gt;por eles vejo o mar a invadir a terra,&lt;br /&gt;castelos que se ergem de fantasias desencontradas,&lt;br /&gt;cada toque uma roda de fogo que se deixa sossegar,&lt;br /&gt;neste lugar encantado permanece&lt;br /&gt;Sob olhos de mel navego,&lt;br /&gt;Raios de luar encantado,&lt;br /&gt;Danças que povoam o céu&lt;br /&gt;E rodam nas nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Qual canção de embalar&lt;br /&gt;Que nos pede pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;E rodar e rodar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116258181329413916?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116258181329413916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116258181329413916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116258181329413916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116258181329413916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-os-sons-de-tudo-o-que-tocas-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116224381166974760</id><published>2006-10-30T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:30:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez mais do que as palavras consigam transparecer, aqui me vou perdendo e encontrando em porquês...&lt;br /&gt;Naquela busca que parece sorrir a todos mas que somente me faz olhar em volta sem me mexer...&lt;br /&gt;De braços abertos e cabelo ao vento deixo que  a vida me leve para onde sei, tenho de ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116224381166974760?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116224381166974760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116224381166974760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116224381166974760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116224381166974760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/talvez-mais-do-que-as-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116197548047918116</id><published>2006-10-27T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:58:00.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um vazio que preenche sem espaço para mais...&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/26682650-116197548047918116?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116197548047918116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116197548047918116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116197548047918116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116197548047918116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-vazio-que-preenche-sem-espao-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116171472726612576</id><published>2006-10-24T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:32:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pequenos prazeres da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles caminhos que fazemos e fazem em nós despertar a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de estar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;de poder olhar em redor e &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;r&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cada milímetro de terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, percorrendo com os dedos o ar que nos acolhe,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desperta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;r da água &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;colhendo a cada olhar o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;so correspondente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;(words and photo)&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/26682650-116171472726612576?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116171472726612576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116171472726612576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116171472726612576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116171472726612576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/os-pequenos-prazeres-da-vida-aqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116137449472546425</id><published>2006-10-20T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:01:34.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lugares, pessoas, que ora se encontram, ora parece que se perdem...Recantos que encontramos por vezes tão perto de nós e que nos fazemagradecer cada dia,Pessoas que entram na nossa vida e nos fazem acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhando à nossa volta, quantas vezes deixamos que a fé escape por entre osdedos,sem sequer  lhe dar a oportunidade de voltar?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116137449472546425?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116137449472546425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116137449472546425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116137449472546425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116137449472546425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/lugares-pessoas-que-ora-se_116137449472546425.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116128705183893588</id><published>2006-10-19T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:44:11.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo sem que a procura dominasse os meus dias encontrei o que procurava sem o esperar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou daí... talvez não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos (words and photo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116128705183893588?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116128705183893588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116128705183893588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116128705183893588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116128705183893588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/mesmo-sem-que-procura-dominasse-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116113230699126363</id><published>2006-10-17T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:45:07.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se te disser que fragmentos de céu caem e se transformam na imagem de ti, acreditas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se a noite não fosse mais que uma miragem, para nos fazer ver a luz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116113230699126363?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116113230699126363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116113230699126363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116113230699126363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116113230699126363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-te-disser-que-fragmentos-de-cu-caem.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116084543088083342</id><published>2006-10-14T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:03:50.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00125.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00125.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumo em queda livre ao horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;Um horizonte de verde mar&lt;br /&gt;E de montanha azul&lt;br /&gt;De memórias recolhidas&lt;br /&gt;De dias por viver&lt;br /&gt;Pintados de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Com desenhos de querer&lt;br /&gt;Placas sem direcção&lt;br /&gt;Que trago guardadas&lt;br /&gt;Porque: seguir é destino&lt;br /&gt;O onde é só o passar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(words and photo)&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/26682650-116084543088083342?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116084543088083342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116084543088083342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116084543088083342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116084543088083342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/rumo-em-queda-livre-ao-horizonte.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116068802769167109</id><published>2006-10-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:20:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ás vezes nem sei porque uso estas palavras e deixo que elas deslizem no papel,&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar devia somente ficara a comtempla-las na minha cabeça e esperar que se esgotassem de tanto andar sem nunca sair, mas sem sitio para ficar...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto ao vento uma canção de embalar e peço que se deixe adormecer em meus braços... A minha voz conduz-me a reinos que já visitei, que nunca vi, mas toquei com todas as vezes em que a chuva bateu na minha janela e a deixei ficar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje caminho por trilhos que o sono reza para não largar, entre estrelas outrora cadentes, que perpetuam o seu rasto na poeira dos dias...&lt;br /&gt;E eles passam, todavia quem passa sou eu, entre as linhas da pauta das palavras que trilho plenas de sons e envolta em nevoeiro, que transfiguro, em palavras, que podem sorrir, que podem chorar, que podem correr e gritar, explodir em alegria ou deixar-se levar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos (Words and photo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116068802769167109?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116068802769167109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116068802769167109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116068802769167109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116068802769167109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/s-vezes-nem-sei-porque-uso-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116060102436515964</id><published>2006-10-11T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:10:24.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase que o cinza podia ser tomado pelo branco da neve por cair...&lt;br /&gt;aqui onde um verão não trouxe vida, mas pintou de cinza o que alguém quis preservar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;(words and photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116060102436515964?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116060102436515964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116060102436515964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116060102436515964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116060102436515964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/quase-que-o-cinza-podia-ser-tomado.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116043685359222799</id><published>2006-10-09T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:34:13.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reflexos que outrora vi,&lt;br /&gt;Sombras do que ontem sonhei,&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos que ficam&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços do que serei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico assim como tu parada&lt;br /&gt;Nas águas do rio que passa&lt;br /&gt;E lava as sombras do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Nas manchas do que ficou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(words and photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116043685359222799?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116043685359222799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116043685359222799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116043685359222799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116043685359222799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflexos-que-outrora-vi-sombras-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-116024372889860984</id><published>2006-10-07T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:55:28.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old time stories, turn into sweet fairytales&lt;br /&gt;Pain, maybe hate ,replaced by love songs&lt;br /&gt;But don’t be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause tears, fullfield with hope&lt;br /&gt;Can bring true again, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos(words and photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-116024372889860984?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/116024372889860984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=116024372889860984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116024372889860984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/116024372889860984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/old-time-stories-turn-into-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115998627345826554</id><published>2006-10-04T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:24:33.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sempre o mesmo emaranhado de fios e cores num mesclado azul e verde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será esse azul de mar, de toque no intangível, ou será que o céu que outrora nublado se transfigurou numa só cor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;(Words and Photo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115998627345826554?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115998627345826554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115998627345826554' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115998627345826554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115998627345826554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/sempre-o-mesmo-emaranhado-de-fios-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115988321972759680</id><published>2006-10-03T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T06:46:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ás vezes parece mais simples deixarmo-nos ficar parados no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;enebriados por melodias, a olhar o horizonte sem pensar no que pode haver&lt;br /&gt;do outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Filos words and photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115988321972759680?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115988321972759680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115988321972759680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115988321972759680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115988321972759680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/10/s-vezes-parece-mais-simples-deixarmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115956042140067179</id><published>2006-09-29T13:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:07:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/DSC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/DSC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet days come to me,&lt;br /&gt;Rest in my arms and pray&lt;br /&gt;Revolving nights coming soon&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t send them away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Words and photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115956042140067179?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115956042140067179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115956042140067179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115956042140067179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115956042140067179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-days-come-to-me-rest_115956042140067179.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115938916579074581</id><published>2006-09-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:32:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há sempre fragmentos que se perdem de ti&lt;br /&gt;Dizem palavras que não escolho,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se soltam de meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Que me conduzem a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços que perdeste e eu apanho&lt;br /&gt;Sons que vejo sem te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Expressões que já não tens&lt;br /&gt;Que roubei para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linhas que te traçam&lt;br /&gt;Que de perfil me espreitam&lt;br /&gt;Que adivinho em ti&lt;br /&gt;Que me fazem crer: vale a pena voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115938916579074581?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115938916579074581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115938916579074581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115938916579074581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115938916579074581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/h-sempre-fragmentos-que-se-perdem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115931699133885898</id><published>2006-09-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:33:32.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tropeçando nas folhas que caem,&lt;br /&gt;Sigo um caminho de fé..&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo as gotas que passam&lt;br /&gt;Corro nos seus intervalos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo me ir, sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;De braços abertos pra vida&lt;br /&gt;Atrás do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Cantando a despedida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115931699133885898?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115931699133885898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115931699133885898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115931699133885898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115931699133885898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/tropeando-nas-folhas-que-caem-sigo-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115895290196458288</id><published>2006-09-22T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:21:41.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/vento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes que o tempo passe e deixe as palavras secarem ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Escrevo para te dizer que podes ser &lt;strong&gt;maior&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;podes até tocar o sol e achar linda a lua que se esconde no mais profundo do teu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo para que saibas que &lt;strong&gt;acreditar&lt;/strong&gt; persegue-me e contagia as letras que toco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo para &lt;strong&gt;partilhar&lt;/strong&gt; um sorriso, cada alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo para &lt;strong&gt;agradecer&lt;/strong&gt; cada dia, com mais &lt;strong&gt;fé &lt;/strong&gt;no amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115895290196458288?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115895290196458288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115895290196458288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115895290196458288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115895290196458288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/antes-que-o-tempo-passe-e-deixe-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115878554590784498</id><published>2006-09-20T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:52:25.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É tempo de dizer saudade&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de gritar bem alto&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;P’ra te ouvir respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de me perder&lt;br /&gt;De me deixar embalar em teu colo&lt;br /&gt;Repousando cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;Saboreando cada instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Render-me à noite negra&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o clarear do céu&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que também é teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115878554590784498?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115878554590784498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115878554590784498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115878554590784498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115878554590784498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/tempo-de-dizer-saudade-tempo-de-gritar.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115852120821130031</id><published>2006-09-17T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:26:48.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras estão perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Foram roubadas pela solidão&lt;br /&gt;As vozes foram esquecidas,&lt;br /&gt;As promessas foram em vão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magia de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Passeios vividos&lt;br /&gt;Sombras do agora&lt;br /&gt;Olhares enternecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falo pra ti assim,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me percebes&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me escutas&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixas adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sabes que me embalas&lt;br /&gt;E que em ti repouso,&lt;br /&gt;que me inebrio e perco&lt;br /&gt;mas que regresso sempre a ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115852120821130031?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115852120821130031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115852120821130031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115852120821130031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115852120821130031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-palavras-esto-perdidas-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115817230896810651</id><published>2006-09-13T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:34:09.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop oh sweet and kind teardrop&lt;br /&gt;Falling from sky you are…&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop, teardrop&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;Tears of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Tears of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling star&lt;br /&gt;breaking sky&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding deep&lt;br /&gt;Feeding life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop, teardrop&lt;br /&gt;Falling into your eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115817230896810651?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115817230896810651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115817230896810651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115817230896810651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115817230896810651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/teardrop-oh-sweet-and-kind-teardrop.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115791966058244848</id><published>2006-09-10T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:21:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chamo por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Deixo que a minha voz grite&lt;br /&gt;E meus pés mergulhem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje voltei,&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei de novo aqui&lt;br /&gt;E de ti o silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço que regresses&lt;br /&gt;Onde te possa alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Onde a minha mão te abrigue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chama por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Descansa no meu ombro,&lt;br /&gt;Tens aqui a tua raiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115791966058244848?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115791966058244848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115791966058244848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115791966058244848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115791966058244848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/chamo-por-ti-deixo-que-minha-voz-grite.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115774804855575956</id><published>2006-09-08T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:40:48.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/mar%20de%20prata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/mar%20de%20prata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música da noite embala minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;A lua guia o seu percurso&lt;br /&gt;Melancólico nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;Envolve meus olhos negros&lt;br /&gt;Espelho de saudades&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo de dias do devir&lt;br /&gt;Doce água nas faces salgadas&lt;br /&gt;De um grito pleno de azul&lt;br /&gt;Azul de céu, azul de mar&lt;br /&gt;Prateado a ondular&lt;br /&gt;Provas do divino&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidas por apagar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando grãos infiltrados&lt;br /&gt;Expulsos do seu lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115774804855575956?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115774804855575956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115774804855575956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115774804855575956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115774804855575956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/msica-da-noite-embala-minhas-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115748251784682970</id><published>2006-09-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:55:17.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silêncio nas cordas de um violino,&lt;br /&gt;Que ouço sem tocar,&lt;br /&gt;Que transforma em desejo,&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sons que percorrem os dias que passam&lt;br /&gt;Sons que levo comigo na partida,&lt;br /&gt;Imagens a negro pintadas,&lt;br /&gt;Numa luz plena de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de ir mais além,&lt;br /&gt;De te ver e continuar,&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de correr,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de te chamar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115748251784682970?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115748251784682970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115748251784682970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115748251784682970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115748251784682970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/silncio-nas-cordas-de-um-violino-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115739231141746536</id><published>2006-09-04T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:51:51.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É preciso acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso deixar as palavras gritar,&lt;br /&gt;È preciso sorrir a um olá,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um elogio sincero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;É preciso sentir esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Ter fé no amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;E sorrir, sorrir livremente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Responder-te a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Saltar para um abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de cair no chão&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Aprender com a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Pra amar, amar, amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115739231141746536?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115739231141746536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115739231141746536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115739231141746536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115739231141746536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/preciso-acreditar-preciso-deixar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115732836454691358</id><published>2006-09-03T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T17:06:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cálidas e límpidas promessas,&lt;br /&gt;Rostos sossegados pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Mãos entrelaçadas caminhando&lt;br /&gt;Ar que transfigura suspiros...&lt;br /&gt;Doces olhares repetidos,&lt;br /&gt;Entre beijos e caricias encontrados...&lt;br /&gt;Laços criados em abraços,&lt;br /&gt;Entre momentos fugidios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo para ti agora&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia em que vejo o rio&lt;br /&gt;Em que nas suas águas me sossego&lt;br /&gt;E transfiguro teu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115732836454691358?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115732836454691358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115732836454691358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115732836454691358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115732836454691358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/clidas-e-lmpidas-promessas-rostos.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115713947616426856</id><published>2006-09-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:40:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando chamei por ti nada ouvi de volta,&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhei para trás já não estavas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda tua voz ecoava na brisa&lt;br /&gt;O teu perfume gritava no ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que a realidade prolonga,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que julguei sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Afinal quando estavas era real,&lt;br /&gt;Não vi?&lt;br /&gt;Continuas cá?&lt;br /&gt;Voltas-te?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já te posso ver,&lt;br /&gt;Já consigo olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Agora consigo ficar para ti,&lt;br /&gt;Não ouves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a realidade sonho se tornou...&lt;br /&gt;E de ti, nem sombras da tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115713947616426856?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115713947616426856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115713947616426856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115713947616426856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115713947616426856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/09/quando-chamei-por-ti-nada-ouvi-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115687871591664865</id><published>2006-08-29T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T12:11:56.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontro em ti os porquês de me deixar embalar&lt;br /&gt;pelas tuas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha!&lt;br /&gt;Vê o que encontrei perdida na tua face,&lt;br /&gt;Olha de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Não vês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a lagrima que caiu no nosso abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Que entre chuva e vento, parou aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi a tua lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;Este foi um soluço por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas toquei-lhe e sequei o teu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;E tu sorris-te&lt;br /&gt;E eu adormeci nesse sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115687871591664865?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115687871591664865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115687871591664865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115687871591664865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115687871591664865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/encontro-em-ti-os-porqus-de-me-deixar.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115679747457583849</id><published>2006-08-28T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:37:54.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inebria-me essa cor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocam-me os teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Em gestos sinceros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luzes amenas do crepúsculo,&lt;br /&gt;Com sombras que nelas bailam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumos traçados com régua e esquadro&lt;br /&gt;Falam de um futuro incerto,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Sob este céu laranja, vermelho sangue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115679747457583849?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115679747457583849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115679747457583849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115679747457583849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115679747457583849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/inebria-me-essa-cor.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115627625700310774</id><published>2006-08-22T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:50:57.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E hei-las de novo agora que a noite volta a cair...&lt;br /&gt;As memórias que regressam sem aviso...&lt;br /&gt;As memórias que teimamos em colocar bem longe,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que vêm e entram sem pedir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memórias de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memória de dias cinzentos que passaram,&lt;br /&gt;Da lua que trouxeste para os meus pés...&lt;br /&gt;Do escuro que deixas-te com luz&lt;br /&gt;Luz de luar profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memórias de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quis ver contigo, sentir contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer-te viver comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Partilhar-mos os dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memórias de nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que memórias,&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo que nem se atreveu a entrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115627625700310774?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115627625700310774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115627625700310774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115627625700310774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115627625700310774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/e-hei-las-de-novo-agora-que-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115601873299871120</id><published>2006-08-19T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:18:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doces sonhos do oriente que sou para ti...&lt;br /&gt;Doces memórias das noites envoltas em véus,&lt;br /&gt;Doce sedução que prende e revolve almas,&lt;br /&gt;Doce amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! manhã de praias calmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevoeiro que preenche o vazio dos dias,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ver, caminho para ti,&lt;br /&gt;Sem que o dia diga que lhe pertences,&lt;br /&gt;Ou que a noite te encubra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navego no tapete dos teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E lembro,&lt;br /&gt;Recordo quando navegava contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é bom abrir os braços e gritar,&lt;br /&gt;Suspirando cânticos de doce liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115601873299871120?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115601873299871120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115601873299871120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115601873299871120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115601873299871120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/doces-sonhos-do-oriente-que-sou-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115592840708636910</id><published>2006-08-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:13:27.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second to take,&lt;br /&gt;A way to decide,&lt;br /&gt;A way to bring life back in my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days to share,&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom to prove,&lt;br /&gt;Broken Rules,&lt;br /&gt;Give us life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more second to live…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And second after second,&lt;br /&gt;Hours become days,&lt;br /&gt;Years pass us by,&lt;br /&gt;Find me the reason why… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115592840708636910?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115592840708636910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115592840708636910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115592840708636910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115592840708636910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/second-to-take-way-to-decide-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115584540791443746</id><published>2006-08-17T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:10:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cantos de outrora revelam sentimentos esquecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Trovas do futuro procuram quem as escute,&lt;br /&gt;e cante&lt;br /&gt;e consiga dança-las sob o som da lua e de premonições inconstantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ditas sob o signo da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;São agora gritos de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Imposições da falsidade,&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros de sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora dança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te dançar com a solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115584540791443746?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115584540791443746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115584540791443746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115584540791443746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115584540791443746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/cantos-de-outrora-revelam-sentimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115576093989427262</id><published>2006-08-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:42:19.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje não há lua lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;Nem estrelas povoam o céu...&lt;br /&gt;Mas consigo ouvir a lua nos sons da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Consigo sentir a luz da noite na palma das memórias..&lt;br /&gt;Pela frente tenho a recordação do dia que perdi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que me perdeste,&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que prometi partir...&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que te deixei partir,&lt;br /&gt;Agarrada à certeza do melhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria prender-te em doces aromas subtis,&lt;br /&gt;Guardá-los num frasco perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novos perfumes vieram,&lt;br /&gt;E o cheiro de terra molhada deixou de estar ali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais o pude tocar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele aroma que enebriava os sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais o vi...&lt;br /&gt;Não mais o senti...&lt;br /&gt;Pois do tinha trancado,&lt;br /&gt;Afinal nada permaneceu de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115576093989427262?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115576093989427262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115576093989427262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115576093989427262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115576093989427262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/hoje-no-h-lua-l-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115532202490207362</id><published>2006-08-11T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:48:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/cinzento.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/cinzento.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eis-me denovo no mundo que julgava já ter fugido de mim...&lt;br /&gt;São as palavras que povoam este reino,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe encantado...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não há cavaleiros,&lt;br /&gt;Musas perpetuam dias cinzentos,&lt;br /&gt;Os dias menos bons ou apenas perdidos no meios dos teus dias...&lt;br /&gt;Onde sentimentos vagueiam sem par,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a essência se transfigura no vazio de uma certeza não encontrada...&lt;br /&gt;Solitária...&lt;br /&gt;Votada às luas reflectidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115532202490207362?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115532202490207362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115532202490207362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115532202490207362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115532202490207362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/e-eis-me-denovo-no-mundo-que-julgava-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115472159424049328</id><published>2006-08-04T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:59:54.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>São palavras que me inspiram&lt;br /&gt;Que me levam mais longe&lt;br /&gt;Quase à porta do infinito,&lt;br /&gt;E quase que posso entrar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o jardins das flores é tão mais belo&lt;br /&gt;Do que o sonho que está atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o aroma do teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Me seduz à exaustão&lt;br /&gt;E me deixa a navegar em cada pétala&lt;br /&gt;E em cada asa consigo ver a casa&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora quis,&lt;br /&gt;mas que agora já não o é..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115472159424049328?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115472159424049328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115472159424049328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115472159424049328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115472159424049328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-palavras-que-me-inspiram-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115394371092034048</id><published>2006-07-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:55:10.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Words trembling in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make sentences to make you stay…&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled&lt;br /&gt;And you came…&lt;br /&gt;As I go away…&lt;br /&gt;You follow me now…&lt;br /&gt;Trembling my body moves&lt;br /&gt;And you keep moving in your shoes,&lt;br /&gt;I pretend not to see,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you’re falling me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115394371092034048?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115394371092034048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115394371092034048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115394371092034048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115394371092034048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/words-trembling-in-my-veins-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115377353560135213</id><published>2006-07-24T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:38:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/filos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/filos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... à sombra da música...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115377353560135213?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115377353560135213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115377353560135213' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115377353560135213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115377353560135213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115351120225645032</id><published>2006-07-21T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:46:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/broken%20dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/broken%20dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Oh quiet night of broken dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Oh reality so dark to see…&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand all alone again…&lt;br /&gt;Alone with my tears…&lt;br /&gt;Alone with my hopes…&lt;br /&gt;Alone no one around…&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the middle of a crowd…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115351120225645032?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115351120225645032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115351120225645032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115351120225645032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115351120225645032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-quiet-night-of-broken-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115342754353631885</id><published>2006-07-20T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:32:23.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;To share a smile...&lt;br /&gt;To have freedom to choose don’t smile at all&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can smile as well,&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessing,&lt;br /&gt;Always searching for answers so hard to find…&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go sail another sea,&lt;br /&gt;Sail another dream,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to sail in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115342754353631885?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115342754353631885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115342754353631885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115342754353631885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115342754353631885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-share-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115317045429947723</id><published>2006-07-17T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:07:34.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doce brisa quase natural que move cada cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz correr na areia tão depressa que pelas gaivotas, passo devagar ...&lt;br /&gt;E na praia o cheiro de maresia,&lt;br /&gt;E o som do mar,&lt;br /&gt;O som que não deixa o silêncio ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eis que uma voz ao longe fala de histórias de terra e mar..&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz de um tempo que já passou&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz que tenta ensinar um jovem a amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115317045429947723?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115317045429947723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115317045429947723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115317045429947723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115317045429947723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/doce-brisa-quase-natural-que-move-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115290874739950742</id><published>2006-07-14T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:25:47.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;O destino que a sorte me trás,&lt;br /&gt;hoje quis fugir de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei e vi que o destino era apenas um emaranhado de fios que tentamos desenrolar...&lt;br /&gt;Como um gato que se enrola num novelo e se pensa perder,&lt;br /&gt;Como um touro enraivecido que tentar em desespero sair de uma arena,&lt;br /&gt;Como o cavaleiro que outrora derrotou dragões&lt;br /&gt;E agora se limita a ver os dias passar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115290874739950742?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115290874739950742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115290874739950742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115290874739950742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115290874739950742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-destino-que-sorte-me-trs-hoje-quis.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115265586033888905</id><published>2006-07-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:11:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;E se por um momento a música parasse&lt;br /&gt;E deixássemos que o ar percorresse o nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo cada poro respira...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo alegria ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;Abrir os olhos e gritar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se por um minuto te deixasses levar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o mundo não ia parar!&lt;br /&gt;Nem tu ias parar,&lt;br /&gt;Ias só deixar-te levar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115265586033888905?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115265586033888905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115265586033888905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115265586033888905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115265586033888905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/e-se-por-um-momento-msica-parasse-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115204912832848698</id><published>2006-07-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:38:48.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será a inspiração da lua que não vejo,&lt;br /&gt;ou será a beleza da luz que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;que faísca na noite escura de Inverno&lt;br /&gt;e me abraça nas cálidas noites de Verão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que as palavras que me embalam,&lt;br /&gt;São da noite&lt;br /&gt;e só à noite pertencem,&lt;br /&gt;ou posso partilha-las em momentos plenos de paz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115204912832848698?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115204912832848698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115204912832848698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115204912832848698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115204912832848698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/07/ser-inspirao-da-lua-que-no-vejo-ou-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115170590561006510</id><published>2006-06-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:18:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dias em que o retrato do que passou e não volta,&lt;br /&gt;apenas permanece espelhado nos teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Dias que antecedem noites plenas de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;onde procuro mais um motivo que me faça navegar,&lt;br /&gt;que embale as palavras que te queria dizer...&lt;br /&gt;que regresse do tempo e me abrace&lt;br /&gt;e que os segundos se convertam em vida... e eu não queira partir não mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115170590561006510?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115170590561006510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115170590561006510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115170590561006510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115170590561006510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/dias-em-que-o-retrato-do-que-passou-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115144008917773639</id><published>2006-06-27T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:30:23.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que os sons da noite me embalaram?&lt;br /&gt;Levaram o meu sono para paragens transquilas...&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet dreams are made of this":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115144008917773639?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115144008917773639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115144008917773639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115144008917773639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115144008917773639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/e-no-que-os-sons-da-noite-me-embalaram.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115135593934932121</id><published>2006-06-26T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:05:39.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/moon%20sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/moon%20sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz deu lugar à noite,&lt;br /&gt;E agora queria só deixar que os seus sons me embalassem...&lt;br /&gt;Para um sono tranquilo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115135593934932121?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115135593934932121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115135593934932121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115135593934932121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115135593934932121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/luz-deu-lugar-noite-e-agora-queria-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115101425132408389</id><published>2006-06-22T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T04:19:32.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvindo os sons que na noite sua casa têm, respiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o ar que dá vida,&lt;br /&gt;O ar que nos rodeia e abraça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os perfumes que passam por nós&lt;br /&gt;E que vale a pena sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento que nos afaga a face&lt;br /&gt;Que traz liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Correr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Fugir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115101425132408389?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115101425132408389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115101425132408389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115101425132408389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115101425132408389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/ouvindo-os-sons-que-na-noite-sua-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115067339396528964</id><published>2006-06-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:29:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E eis que o tempo se entrelaça em memórias...&lt;br /&gt;e fica e deixa-nos acreditar que nada mudou...&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passam,&lt;br /&gt;recordações de quem já não é, como um dia foi...&lt;br /&gt;E as memorias entrelaçam o tempo que passou e o presente do que há-de vir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115067339396528964?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115067339396528964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115067339396528964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115067339396528964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115067339396528964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/e-eis-que-o-tempo-se-entrelaa-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115048600284979990</id><published>2006-06-16T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:26:42.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quantas vezes guardar memórias nos conduz ao passado?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes o presente se afoga em suposições de pilares incertos?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes vemos no futuro o nevoeiro que encobre a estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que ele se evapore e nos deixe ver o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes esperamos sem cessar esse dia...&lt;br /&gt;Envoltos no medo que ele chegue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115048600284979990?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115048600284979990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115048600284979990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115048600284979990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115048600284979990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/quantas-vezes-guardar-memrias-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115032044854913008</id><published>2006-06-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:27:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mesmo para ateus...&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia é um acto de fé...&lt;br /&gt;ora se assim não o é, porque é que dizemos até amanhã??? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115032044854913008?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115032044854913008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115032044854913008' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115032044854913008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115032044854913008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/mesmo-para-ateus.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-115015882836764733</id><published>2006-06-12T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:33:48.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/night.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eis que o manto da noite embala as horas de quem não dorme...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-115015882836764733?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/115015882836764733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=115015882836764733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115015882836764733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/115015882836764733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/e-eis-que-o-manto-da-noite-embala-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114962740986861379</id><published>2006-06-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:56:49.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/reflections.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num dia que nada parece aleatório,&lt;br /&gt;parece uma boa altura para fazer um balanço dos reflexos de nós...&lt;br /&gt;do que nós conseguimos fazer reflectir para quem nos rodeia...&lt;br /&gt;Nas ideias que transmitimos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos partilhados,&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos estilhaçados, que permanecem...&lt;br /&gt;Mas recordados... sempre recordados..&lt;br /&gt;Procurando ver o que nos levaram... mais ainda o que nos trouxeram...&lt;br /&gt;Porque cada caminho tem flores... porque todos os caminhos podem ter precipicios...&lt;br /&gt;O importante é termos sempre alguém a quem dar a mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-114962740986861379?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114962740986861379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114962740986861379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114962740986861379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114962740986861379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114918888749521218</id><published>2006-06-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:08:07.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Undressing your tears... Creating our love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-114918888749521218?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114918888749521218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114918888749521218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114918888749521218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114918888749521218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/06/undressing-your-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114855859600970023</id><published>2006-05-25T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:03:16.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/adormecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/adormecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A isto chama-se um blog adormecido... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-114855859600970023?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114855859600970023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114855859600970023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114855859600970023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114855859600970023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/05/isto-chama-se-um-blog-adormecido.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114693587953665212</id><published>2006-05-06T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:17:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/clave%20de%20sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/clave%20de%20sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E porque não fazer da noite um sono embalado por melodias?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ou simplesmente conhecer o que a música nos pode oferecer, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e saber mais de quem nos oferece esses sons que envolvem as palavras?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-114693587953665212?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114693587953665212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114693587953665212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114693587953665212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114693587953665212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-porque-no-fazer-da-noite-um-sono.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114666513778408570</id><published>2006-05-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:05:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/moonspell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/moonspell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eis que sob o feitiço da lua Viseu recebeu, Memorial...&lt;br /&gt;Para mais tarde recordar os acordes de guitarra e a palheta do Amorim, que agradeço, e que fica como documento vivo de um concerto a não esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;e mais tarde repetir:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-114666513778408570?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114666513778408570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114666513778408570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114666513778408570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114666513778408570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-eis-que-sob-o-feitio-da-lua-viseu.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114599092895904964</id><published>2006-04-25T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:50:36.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/1600/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3680/2795/320/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que seria de uma bela noite, sem a luz da lua?&lt;br /&gt;Para a olharmos bem fundo, entre sombras e penumbras...&lt;br /&gt;ir descobrindo parcelas do mistério que alberga...&lt;br /&gt;do mistério que tantas vezes nos fascina...&lt;br /&gt;e tantas vezes nos abandona ao desespero de não o descobrir...&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/26682650-114599092895904964?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114599092895904964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114599092895904964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114599092895904964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114599092895904964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-que-seria-de-uma-bela-noite-sem-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114572301139804197</id><published>2006-04-22T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:23:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Palavras que permanecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is possible beyond the invisible" &lt;em&gt;Enigma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-114572301139804197?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114572301139804197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114572301139804197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114572301139804197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114572301139804197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/04/palavras-que-permanecem.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682650.post-114564518034706130</id><published>2006-04-21T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:46:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo tem um ínicio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Uma Noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;... Um espaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;... Uma música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Uma ideia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;... Uma partilha ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;... Um Blogg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;... Este é o meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682650-114564518034706130?l=fnocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/114564518034706130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26682650&amp;postID=114564518034706130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114564518034706130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26682650/posts/default/114564518034706130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fnocturna.blogspot.com/2006/04/tudo-tem-um-nicio.html' title=''/><author><name>Filos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679055669178439565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
