<?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-5456434</id><updated>2012-01-20T14:48:01.719Z</updated><title type='text'>Baldrake</title><subtitle type='html'>De blog em blog enche o cibernauta o espa&amp;ccedil;o</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456434.post-4466249475759765741</id><published>2009-11-12T23:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:53:45.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Era o último post..Tanto tempo passou desde então..
Sempre pensei que não voltasse a abrir estas páginas da minha vida..
Foram muitos anos, mas apenas 3 anos e meio contaram.
A meu ver, foram demasiado rápidos.
E acabaram.
Depressa, definitivamente, amargamente..
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/4466249475759765741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=4466249475759765741' title='40 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/4466249475759765741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/4466249475759765741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2009/11/tanto-tempo-passou-desde-o-ultimo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456434.post-113891673904829227</id><published>2006-02-02T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:02:27.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

DM

Acabei de visitar a página dosDepeche Mode e é impressionte. Eu já sabia que a tour percorre vários países, desde a América do Norte à Ásia, passando pelo esgotadíssimo Pavilhão Atlântico. Mas o que eu não imaginava era a intensidade da coisa... são 2 e 3 dias seguidos, e frequentemente com um dia apenas de descanso, em cidades tão distantes como Madrid, Lisboa e Barcelona...


Só espero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/113891673904829227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=113891673904829227' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113891673904829227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113891673904829227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2006/02/dm-acabei-de-visitar-pgina-dosdepeche.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456434.post-113888284384786502</id><published>2006-02-02T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:21:17.896Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

DM
Oh, Lillian\I should have run\I should have known\Each dress you own\Is a loaded gun

Oh, Lillian

Oh, Lillian\I need protection\I hear your voice\And any choice I had is gone

Oh, Lillian\Once I begun\I couldn't stop\'til every drop of blood was sung\</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/113888284384786502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=113888284384786502' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113888284384786502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113888284384786502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2006/02/dm-oh-lillian-i-should-have-run-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-113874463622739733</id><published>2006-01-31T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:57:16.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Ora aqui está a prova irrefutável de que estamos em época de crise a que nem as audiências do Baldrake escaparam...
Vejamos, na coluna ao lado encontra-se o gráfico de visitas acabadinho de tirar do sitemeter. Nele poderemos constatar o padrão generalisado de queda, muito embora com ligeira subida em Julho e Outubro - que ter-se-á devido a um conjunto de fenómenos isolados e de pouca relevância</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/113874463622739733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=113874463622739733' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113874463622739733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113874463622739733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2006/01/ora-aqui-est-prova-irrefutvel-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-113071807059205691</id><published>2005-10-31T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:38:41.350Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Um ano depois, mais uma vez aqui. Agora mais calmo, mais atento, mais maduro e, espero, com mais tempo para escrever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/113071807059205691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=113071807059205691' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113071807059205691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/113071807059205691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2005/10/um-ano-depois-mais-uma-vez-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109925025077971917</id><published>2004-10-31T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-31T19:17:30.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Fim de tarde nada a fazer nenhuns planos pelo menos meus algumas propostas mas ainda longe para mim suspeito demasiada confusão e eu não estou com disposição não quero deixar a data passar em branco mas não consigo ter energia para nada o ioga ajuda talvez agora começe a energia a regressar tapete no chão roupa confortável alguns exercícios de aquecimento o cd da d já na faixa 10 tudo pronto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109925025077971917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109925025077971917' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109925025077971917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109925025077971917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/10/fim-de-tarde-nada-fazer-nenhuns-planos.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109886671209877295</id><published>2004-10-27T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:45:12.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Essa é a verdade... preparei-me para um sprint mas encontrei uma corrida de obstáculos.
Para agravar, à primeira queda instalou-se a primeira lesão.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109886671209877295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109886671209877295' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109886671209877295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109886671209877295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/10/essa-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109604222425065434</id><published>2004-09-24T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T17:10:24.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

As convicções levantam-se primeiro, chegam com a força narcótica de ideais perfeitos. Ditam as palavras e exemplificam os actos do pequeno jogo que têm para dar. Trocam as regras, viciam as jogadas, entram enfim num frenesim colérico sem compreensão.
Aqui e ali uma casa de sorte acalenta o espírito em sofrimento e dá o alento necessário para continuar a partida. 
Jogada após jogada, o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109604222425065434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109604222425065434' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109604222425065434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109604222425065434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/09/as-convices-levantam-se-primeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109603598537280916</id><published>2004-09-24T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:26:25.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Nada se passa, eu é que me passo. E enquanto passo e não passo... passo mal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109603598537280916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109603598537280916' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109603598537280916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109603598537280916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/09/nada-se-passa-eu-que-me-passo.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109587446400434749</id><published>2004-09-22T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:34:24.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Irrita saber que há coisas que esqueço sem querer, quando há tanta coisa que queria esquecer e não esqueço. Há assuntos que simplesmente não me saem da cabeça, por vezes nem me deixam dormir - como uma bloqueio da mente. Dou voltas e voltas e vou lá sempre parar. É como acordar com uma música na cabeça, só que as músicas às vezes são boas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109587446400434749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109587446400434749' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109587446400434749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109587446400434749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/09/irrita-saber-que-h-coisas-que-esqueo.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109587010940119421</id><published>2004-09-22T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:24:26.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

As canções mentem. Fazem-nos ter esperanças vãs.
E infelizmente nada é como uma canção, por muito que se queira - e eu quis. Mas não basta querer, foi o que por fim aprendi.
É impossível ter uma vida assim, não depende de mim nem de ti.
É como querer ter o paraíso em vida - seria batota. São essas as regras do jogo, estariam em letras muito miudinhas e não terei prestado atenção.
Agora </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109587010940119421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109587010940119421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109587010940119421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109587010940119421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/09/as-canes-mentem.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109528269994001952</id><published>2004-09-15T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:31:19.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Não... Estava a experimentar o sistema de comentários do Blogger, mas não fica lá muito bem... Ou então eu fiz qualquer coisa que não devia.
Pelo sim, pelo não, mantém-se por enquanto também o outro sistema.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109528269994001952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109528269994001952' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109528269994001952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109528269994001952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/09/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109528241842733749</id><published>2004-09-15T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:06:58.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Teste 1, 2, 3
Blá, blá, blá...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109528241842733749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109528241842733749' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109528241842733749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109528241842733749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/09/teste-1-2-3-bl-bl-bl.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109441994887075239</id><published>2004-09-05T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:48:35.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
  

Às vezes, no silêncio da noite
Eu fico imaginando nós dois
Eu fico ali sonhando acordado, juntando
o antes, o agora e o depois
por que você me deixa tão solto?
por que você não cola em mim?
Tô me sentindo muito sozinho! 
Não sou nem quero ser o seu dono
  É que um carinho às vezes cai bem
  Eu tenho meus desejos e planos secretos
  só abro pra você mais ninguém
  por que você </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109441994887075239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109441994887075239' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109441994887075239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109441994887075239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/09/agora-caetano-veloso-sozinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-10933696916660531</id><published>2004-08-24T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:48:11.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Problemas Técnicos após as férias é o que menos se deseja mas que não consigo evitar... Espero resolver tudo em breve.
Já agora, boas férias para quem tiver a sorte de ainda não ter regressado ao trabalho, e bom regresso para os restantes, incluindo eu :)
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/10933696916660531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=10933696916660531' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/10933696916660531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/10933696916660531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/08/problemas-tcnicos-aps-as-frias-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-109137424197137087</id><published>2004-08-01T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T16:31:26.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
submergi.longa.e.profundamente.o.corpo.e.deixei-me.a.escutar.o.ruído.surdo.e.retumbante.de.ti
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/109137424197137087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=109137424197137087' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109137424197137087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/109137424197137087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/08/submergi.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108950929738049879</id><published>2004-07-11T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T02:35:55.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
"Kryptonite" I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind\I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time\I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon\I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah\I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon\After all I knew it had to be something to do with you\I really don’t mind what happens now and then\As long as you’ll be my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108950929738049879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108950929738049879' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108950929738049879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108950929738049879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/07/kryptonite-i-took-walk-around-world-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108886899674347088</id><published>2004-07-03T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:43:34.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sempre olhei para a escrita oriental com o fascínio e admiração com que se olha algo completamente exótico e desconhecido. Uma sequência de caracteres sempre teve para mim um significado maioritariamente estético, extremamente agradável.
Recordo agora, com saudade, esse tempo em que tudo se resumia a um monte de rabiscos cuidadosamente dispostos para nos prender o olhar e  exaltar a imaginação.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108886899674347088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108886899674347088' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108886899674347088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108886899674347088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/07/sempre-olhei-para-escrita-oriental-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108820855106448391</id><published>2004-06-26T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:11:53.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

 
 
Embora ainda um pouco rouco, estou já recuperado da noite espectacular e pronto para mais!Na memória ficou aquela frase magnífica: "Comemos o Bife agora venha o Pudim Flan...". Infelizmente a Grécia não se fez rogada e acabou com ele.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108820855106448391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108820855106448391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108820855106448391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108820855106448391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/06/embora-ainda-um-pouco-rouco-estou-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108777918249947094</id><published>2004-06-21T01:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:53:02.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



E esta noite é toda nossa olé, olé!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108777918249947094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108777918249947094' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108777918249947094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108777918249947094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/06/e-esta-noite-toda-nossa-ol-ol.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108518747843827654</id><published>2004-05-22T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:01:51.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
  
     
	
  
  
     
    My little girl
        Drive anywhere
        Do what you want - I don't care
        Tonight
        I'm in the hands of fate
        I hand myself - Over on a plate
        Now
  
  
     
    Oh little girl
      There are times when I feel
      I'd rather not be - The one behind the wheel
      Come
      Pull my strings
      Whatch me move </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108518747843827654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108518747843827654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108518747843827654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108518747843827654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/05/depeche-mode-behind-wheel.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108506366272745956</id><published>2004-05-20T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T15:36:34.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>são apenas alguns detalhes de um almoço trivial num restaurante chinês qualquer mas são 
 pormenores como estes que me levarão à china
  
  
    
    
  
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108506366272745956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108506366272745956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108506366272745956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108506366272745956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/05/s-china.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108453027628504409</id><published>2004-05-14T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T11:24:36.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

3G
Vivam as maravilhas da técnica! Quem diria, aqui há uns anos, que seria possível estar esticado numa esplanada, com esta bela vista, e fazer um post para partilhar toda a emoção do momento?
Eu sempre fui um visionário, portanto já há muito que pensei em tudo isso e muito mais. Mas agora, que estão todas as condições reunidas, estou a experimentá-lo.
Só me falta mesmo é algo tão básico </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108453027628504409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108453027628504409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108453027628504409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108453027628504409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/05/3g-vivam-as-maravilhas-da-tcnica-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108444806167578451</id><published>2004-05-13T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T12:46:57.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Férias onde estáis???
Aproxima-se a passos largos o período crítico do ano. Estamos quase em Junho, o sol já está aí, e eu ainda não tenho qualquer programa para férias.
Aceitam-se sugestões, propostas e até convites... que os tempos estão maus para recusar o que quer que seja.
Apesar de parecer, não é montagem. O Baldrake já esteve efectivamente a banhos em águas paradisíacas.
Foto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108444806167578451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108444806167578451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108444806167578451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108444806167578451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/05/frias-onde-estis-aproxima-se-passos.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108356377965993754</id><published>2004-05-03T06:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T07:00:28.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind\ I left my body laying somewhere
in the sands of time\ I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon\ I feel there is nothing I can do
3Doors Down - Kryptonite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108356377965993754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108356377965993754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108356377965993754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108356377965993754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-took-walk-around-world-to-ease-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108337221158042919</id><published>2004-05-01T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:47:17.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Mentiras
Nada ficou no lugar
Eu quero quebrar essas xícaras
Eu vou enganar o diabo
Eu quero acordar sua família
Eu vou escrever no seu muro
E violentar o seu gosto
Eu quero roubar no seu jogo
Eu já arranhei os seus discos

Que é pra ver se você volta
Que é pra ver se voc ê vem
Que é pra ver se você olha pra mim
Adriana Calcanhoto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108337221158042919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108337221158042919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108337221158042919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108337221158042919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/05/mentiras-nada-ficou-no-lugar-eu-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108302371581123703</id><published>2004-04-27T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T01:07:06.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Heaven or Hell
Em um vento fresco da estrada escura do deserto em meu cheiro morno do cabelo dos colitas que levantam-se acima através do ar acima adiante na distância eu vi uma luz que shimmering minha cabeça cresceu pesada, e minha vista cresceu não ofuscante mim teve que parar para a noite lá estêve na entrada eu me ouvi o sino e eu da missão myself estávamos pensando este poderia ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108302371581123703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108302371581123703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108302371581123703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108302371581123703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/04/heaven-or-hell-em-um-vento-fresco-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108273600224154666</id><published>2004-04-23T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:10:55.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Bloguiçes
Nunca achei interessante essa história de almoços e jantares de blogguers. Acho uma coisa completamente disparatada querer conhecer quem está do outro lado. Talvez seja mais o receio da decepção porque penso que quem escreve um blog apresenta fundamentalmente os seus aspectos mais positivos. E ao conhecer-mos essa pessoa, ao vivo e a cores, muita da fantasia cai por terra. Ou então é</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108273600224154666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108273600224154666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108273600224154666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108273600224154666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/04/bloguies-nunca-achei-interessante-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108273487493308758</id><published>2004-04-23T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T16:50:36.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Sugestão para início de noite:
Um Pastel de Nata em Santos.
Dose aconselhada: dois de seguida; três para os mais gulosos.
Local: bar dos Porcos - nunca me lembro do raio do nome da casa, mas é impossível enganarem-se. Fica ao fundo das Janelas Verdes um pouco antes do bar das Vacas.
Have fun
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A propósito de uns e outros posts, aqui fica o Baldrake. Qualquer semelhança com o presente é pura coincidência!

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Lisboa, Março, 2004
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...esquecer o tempo à conversa no sofá.
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Mero Acaso
1. Pegue no livro que tiver mais perto de si.
2. Abra-o na página 31.
3. Sublinhe a lápis a primeira frase completa que encontrar.
4. Publique-a no seu blog, juntamente com estas instruções (faça-o nos comentários deste postalhito, se não possuir o seu próprio weblog).

Esta foi a ideia que encontrei no Substrato e que me pareceu muito interessante e divertida.
A princípio não</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108208160929734461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108208160929734461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108208160929734461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108208160929734461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/04/mero-acaso-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108198983824765378</id><published>2004-04-15T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T02:03:21.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


Sem título
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Fim-de-semana pantufa.
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É de Mário Quintana este texto que recebi há poucos dias de um amigo. Uma boa imagem do tempo e de como o tempo passa.




"Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com 
uma outra pessoa você precisa, em primeiro lugar, não 
precisar dela.

Percebe também que aquele pessoa que você ama (ou acha 
que ama) e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente, 
não é a pessoa da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/108074550755611681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=108074550755611681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108074550755611681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/108074550755611681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/03/de-mrio-quintana-este-texto-que-recebi.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-108041243460446049</id><published>2004-03-27T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-27T18:37:15.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


[...]
I love you
I love you anyhow
And I don't care
if you don't want me
I'm yours right now

You hear me
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine 

Nina Simone
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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107956412092524244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107956412092524244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107956412092524244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107956412092524244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107783376699718806</id><published>2004-02-26T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:21:04.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Há de tudo!
Já há algum tempo que não passava aqui...
E ainda há mais tempo que não consultava o email Baldrake. Como resultado tinha uma catrefada de mails acumulados com os mais variados assuntos e proveniências.
Fiquei a saber, com agrado (nunca se sabe quando é que poderei vir a necessitar), que já é possível encomendar online, e sem receita médica, Valium, Xanax, Prozac, Vicodin, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107783376699718806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107783376699718806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107783376699718806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107783376699718806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/02/h-de-tudo-j-h-algum-tempo-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107547019300673108</id><published>2004-01-30T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-30T13:46:44.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Ainda cá, mas ainda não tive tempo para pegar no computador, procurar vestígios de documentos sobreviventes, formatar o disco, instalar tudo novamente e começar a blogar.
Estou agora a aproveitar uma pausa pós-almoço e ante-café, em casa dos Pais-Baldrake, para me agarrar ao PC da Mana Baldrakiana :)
See U soon!

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Um vírus é sempre um vírus. Por pouco que seja, deixa-nos sempre debilitados. Leva-nos as forças que não temos e deixa-nos atordoados, muribundos, prostrados, inanimados.
A vacina só adia o inevitável. Ele está lá, do outro lado do cabo, à espera da primeira oportunidade, de uma primeira brecha na ténue barreira que nos separa do caos.
Um caos de vazio, de liberdade, de pânico, mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107489603158870051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107489603158870051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107489603158870051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107489603158870051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/um-vrus-sempre-um-vrus.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107464355872989221</id><published>2004-01-21T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T00:07:53.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quantos queres?

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107464355872989221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107464355872989221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107464355872989221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107464355872989221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/quantos-queres.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107464338681831128</id><published>2004-01-21T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T00:15:43.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Brrrrrr! Viram as notícias hoje? Viram as previsões meteorológicas para amanhã???? É temperatura negativa (a mínima pelo menos) quase de alto a baixo por todo o país... Também já nem digo mais nada...
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Hoje é o dia mais frio do ano, ouvi agora dizer. Estou gelado. Tenho os pés frios, os dedos perderam há muito a agilidade e a razão que me restava congela lentamente.
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Revelação
Certo verão, estava eu em Nice a frequentar um daqueles cursos de línguas para estrangeiros que se fazem na adolescência, quando conheci uma japonesa muito simpática, delicada e sorridente como só os orientais sabem ser. 
Foi no dia em que tudo terminava, e que cada um voltaria ao seu país de origem, que ela pegou na minha mão e, apontando um sinal que tinha, me disse, olhando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107451452943904305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107451452943904305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107451452943904305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107451452943904305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/revelao-certo-vero-estava-eu-em-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107395403657050178</id><published>2004-01-13T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:37:23.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Completamente baralhado. Duvidar dos outros já é mau, mas duvidar de ti própio, Baldrake?!


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É o fim! Apenas alguns dias depois de ter expressado a minha vontade de abdicar definitivamente do fumo, eis-me de fim-de-semana com um maço recém descoberto na mão. Se estavam contados não sei. Só sei que já lá estavam há algum tempo e por isso quem os escondeu já se deve ter esquecido de confirmar se lá estão. Roubei três e fumei-os todos.  De seguida! Haaaaaa.
Isto quer dizer que, como não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107395373842576789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107395373842576789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107395373842576789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107395373842576789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/o-fim-apenas-alguns-dias-depois-de-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107369710626738481</id><published>2004-01-10T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:14:51.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Caramba! Porque é que nunca encontro pesquisas interessantes na lista de referências para o Baldrake???
Desta vez alguma alma iluminada se lembrou de pegar no Sapo e peguntar por "Revirador de Pestanas"!!!
Fantástico, ainda se usa por aí disso...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107369710626738481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107369710626738481' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107369710626738481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107369710626738481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/caramba-porque-que-nunca-encontro.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107369422347381148</id><published>2004-01-10T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T00:29:15.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Boa noite, chamo-me Baldrake e sou fumador.
No entanto, gostaria de dizer que já lá vão 10 dias sem fumar!!! Não é assim um grande feito porque sou mais fumador passivo que activo. Um cigarrito por semana não pode fazer assim tão mal, mas mesmo assim vou aboli-lo. Daqui em diante só o cigarrito do mês. 
Interessa também aqui referir que esta semi-proeza só é possível com a ajuda da Sra. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107369422347381148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107369422347381148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107369422347381148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107369422347381148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/boa-noite-chamo-me-baldrake-e-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107356662637349298</id><published>2004-01-08T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-08T13:01:30.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Férias é... 

...não ter preguiça e levantar cedinho para contemplar as maravilhas da manhã.

...chegar ao destino e ver tudo tal como imaginávamos.

...não esmorecer com algum contratempo.

...ultrapassar todos os contratempos e meter pés ao caminho.

...contemplar a paisagem demoradamente.

...fazer experiências.

...descansar confortavelmente depois de um dia de árduo lazer.

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Afinal sempre caí na asneira de ir para a Serra da Estrela... A paisagem é muito bonita, é no nosso Portugal, tem neve, não tem muito frio, come-se bem, e tásse bem :) ... mas ESTÁ LÁ PORTUGAL INTEIRO!!!
Nunca pensei! Só vos digo que, dos dois dias inteiros que lá passei, um foi sem dúvida em filas! Só para ficarem com uma ideia:
- descer da Torre para Seia ao final das tardes: 2 horas!
- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107340318577520037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107340318577520037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107340318577520037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107340318577520037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/afinal-sempre-ca-na-asneira-de-ir-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107339084550003838</id><published>2004-01-06T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:03:05.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atenção! Faltam 

0 dias 0 horas 0 minutos 0 segundos para  2004, ano do Macaco!

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107339084550003838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107339084550003838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107339084550003838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107339084550003838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2004/01/ateno-faltam2004-ano-do-macaco.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107266478947770617</id><published>2003-12-29T02:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:09:34.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faltam 

0dias 0h 0m 0s para 2004 !
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Amanhã é definitivamente um novo dia. Vou de férias e só regressarei lá para 5 de Janeiro.
Até lá, desejo a todos um óptimo fim de ano e um 2004 ainda melhor. Agradeço a todos vocês que contribuíram para estes já 7 meses de Baldrake, que tornaram este ano que agora encerra ainda mais memorável.
Beijos e Abraços

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De repente é um novo dia. E um novo dia será sempre uma nova história, ainda que amíude não o pareça.
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Mood
Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107256346889352449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107256346889352449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107256346889352449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107256346889352449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/mood-dont-hold-yourself-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107254192500212231</id><published>2003-12-27T16:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-27T17:08:46.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Planos...
...ainda não há. Tem sempre que ser algo especial, afinal de contas é o fim de todo um ano. 365 dias inteiros! Temos que acabar em grande, ou parecerá que foi um ano pequeno. Uma passagem de ano de arromba consegue sempre apagar da memória qualquer coisa que tenha corrido menos bem. E quanto menos bem correu o ano, melhor tem que ser a passagem para o outro.
Por isso, neste momento </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107254192500212231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107254192500212231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107254192500212231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107254192500212231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/planos.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107243220853488948</id><published>2003-12-26T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-26T09:52:02.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Falta uma semana...
Não há descanso, isto é verdadeiramente terrível! Acabamos de passar a noite e dia de Natal – depois de termos recusado um sem número de convites para almoço/jantar/lanche/visita – e já estamos a ser assediados para o fim de ano fora, ou para um jantarzito de fim de ano, ou uma festa qualquer de Réveillon, etc., etc..
Não, desta vez não ficarei em stress! Já bem me basta o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107243220853488948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107243220853488948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107243220853488948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107243220853488948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/falta-uma-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107231901985615637</id><published>2003-12-25T02:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-25T02:26:49.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Depois da Hora H...
Pronto, já está!
Tudo correu bem, melhor até do que previa - mesmo tendo o fantasma do desastre total a pairar sobre mim. Mas gostei.
No próximo ano, se calhar, proponho o alargamento do evento aos amigos, vizinhos e blogonautas...
Os tempos de stress já lá vão. Voltarão em parte com o aproximar do final do ano. Entretanto vou aproveitar a bonança. 
Mais uma vez, um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107231901985615637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107231901985615637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107231901985615637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107231901985615637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/depois-da-hora-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107228199065145705</id><published>2003-12-24T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-24T16:07:48.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Hora H menos 8...
Já cheguei das compras, já almocei às 3 da tarde, já tenho os dedos todos a colar de tanto fazer embrulhos, e agora é começar a tratar do jantar. Sim senhores, isto promete…
Já agora, um Bom Natal para todos.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107228199065145705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107228199065145705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107228199065145705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107228199065145705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/hora-h-menos-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107226717613663397</id><published>2003-12-24T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-24T12:00:44.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Hora H menos 12...
Vou ter mesmo de passar a ferro... 
Mas primeiro, mais uma voltinha ao Carrefour!
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Hora H menos 12 e picos...
Acabei de me levantar. 
Constatei que está uma manhã magnífica para passear. 
Mas hoje, apesar de não trabalhar, vai ser um dia muito complicado... temos cá as famílias para jantar... AS FAMÍLIAS!...

Não sei como ela se foi lembrar de semelhante coisa... convidar a família toda???? então mas nos outros anos o Natal não é tão bom?! Normalmente levantávamo-nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107226463392902223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107226463392902223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107226463392902223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107226463392902223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/hora-h-menos-12-e-picos.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107214759457168345</id><published>2003-12-23T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T02:48:14.543Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Está quase...
Já falta pouco...
Prendas, prendas! Ainda faltam tantas....

:S
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107214759457168345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107214759457168345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107214759457168345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107214759457168345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/est-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107191477754058180</id><published>2003-12-20T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-20T10:07:12.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
 
 
 
 
 
 

Luz III
Hoje reconheço. Sim, escureceu de repente. Em breve já não te conseguirei ver. Olho fixamente para ti, para onde sempre te encontrei, não me atrevendo sequer  a pestanejar para não te perder. Será que ainda aí estás? Tento mais um esforço para te ver mas não consigo passar além dessa sombra do que foste. Já só me resta imaginar-te tal qual eras, ou como eu te via </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107191477754058180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107191477754058180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107191477754058180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107191477754058180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/luz-iii-hoje-reconheo.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107184845219728971</id><published>2003-12-19T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-19T15:44:43.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Ai de mim...
Tenho um teste hoje às 18h30!
Já há tanto tempo que não tinha disto que até estou a achar engraçado. Mas dá sempre aquele nervoso miudinho... Hoje, como sempre que tinha testes, apetece-me tudo menos estudar. É típico.
Depois deste posts vou agarrar os livros e não faço mais nada. Entretanto ouvi dizer que o café ajuda à concentração. Espero que o farrapinho de leite não quebre.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107184845219728971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107184845219728971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107184845219728971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107184845219728971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/ai-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107176454671058232</id><published>2003-12-18T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T16:52:09.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Menos de uma semana...
Pronto, já pensei em tudo. Mas não houve tempo nem disposição para comprar nada de especial. Ainda não estou preocupado, faltam uns bons 5 dias para o Natal. O pior são os jantares com troca de presente no fim-de-semana...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107176454671058232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107176454671058232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107176454671058232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107176454671058232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/menos-de-uma-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107166373450539595</id><published>2003-12-17T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-17T12:36:00.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Uma semana...
...e eu ainda não comprei nada! E é disso que se trata no Natal, não é?! Comprar prendas e depois dar em troca de mais prendas. Talvez este ano possa ficar-me pela intenção. Vou dizer a todos que apesar da muita vontade que eu tinha em comprar uma lembrança (lembranças são sempre boas), resolvi lutar contra este espírito comercial que a meu ver corrompe dramaticamente o Natal...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107166373450539595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107166373450539595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107166373450539595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107166373450539595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/uma-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107135822030644409</id><published>2003-12-13T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-15T01:30:59.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
 
 
 
 
 
 

Luz II
Não sei se escureceu de repente ou se sou eu que só te vejo a ti. Observo a tua boca, os teus lábios carnudos, os teus olhos que sorriem para mim. Contemplo-te longamente. Quero fixar a tua imagem para sempre. Sinto o toque da tua mão na minha, os meus dedos, tremendo, alcançam os teus. Tens um sorriso lindo, não resisto ao impulso de te beijar. Unimos os nossos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107135822030644409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107135822030644409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107135822030644409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107135822030644409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/luz-ii-no-sei-se-escureceu-de-repente.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107118892126358941</id><published>2003-12-12T00:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:32:12.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luz
Ia a passar e quase não te via.
Mas algo me fez voltar e olhar para ti.
Arranjei um pretexto para ficar muito tempo a olhar-te, a ver-te, a admirar-te.
Não te falei e tu não me viste.
Fiquei à sombra da tua luz.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107118892126358941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107118892126358941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107118892126358941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107118892126358941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/luz-ia-passar-e-quase-no-te-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107093336006239048</id><published>2003-12-09T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:30:32.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
 
 
 
One more kiss, Dear
one more kiss, dear
One more sigh
Only this, dear
Is goodbye
For our love is such passion
And such pleasure 
And I'll treasure till I die

Like the sun, dear
Upon high
We'll return, dear
To the sky
And we'll banish the pain and the sorrow
Until tomorrow goodbye

Vangelis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107093336006239048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107093336006239048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107093336006239048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107093336006239048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/one-more-kiss-dear-one-more-kiss-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107085281490851762</id><published>2003-12-08T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-08T03:15:39.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Recordações
Já tenho a minha árvore de natal montada no meio da sala. Finalmente, já estava a desesperar!
A questão é que correntes estéticas incompatíveis levaram a que ficasse esta operação repartida ano sim, ano não.
Quando me calha a mim fazê-la, nem sequer espero pelo fim de Novembro - quanto mais cedo, melhor.  Mas há quem ache que quatro semaninhas é tempo mais que suficiente para as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107085281490851762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107085281490851762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107085281490851762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107085281490851762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/recordaes-j-tenho-minha-rvore-de-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107076897222745345</id><published>2003-12-07T03:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-07T03:51:31.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chuva, frio, vento... III

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107076897222745345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107076897222745345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107076897222745345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107076897222745345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/chuva-frio-vento.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107055720401878017</id><published>2003-12-04T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:02:17.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
São 5 horas!
Já experimentaram as novas barras de cereais (alegadamente com trigo integral) Fitness??? São muito boas! Como são barras e embrulhadas individualmente, dispensam o trabalho de aquecer leite e sujar loiça, e por conseguinte o ter que a lavar. Para além disso são uma boa alternativa para quem, como eu, não gosta de cereais com leite.
O único problema é que os morangos liofilizados</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107055720401878017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107055720401878017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107055720401878017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107055720401878017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/so-5-horas-j-experimentaram-as-novas.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107055497682399320</id><published>2003-12-04T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:09:38.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Cabeça fria
Isto é ridículo. Com este frio todo, com o aquecimento ligado, e mesmo assim com os pés gelados, e ainda sou obrigado a andar com um parche de água gelada na testa para ver se passa a dor de cabeça. Os Ben-U-Rons já não fazem efeito, e bater com a cabeça na parede deixou de me parecer viável desde que o estuque começou a cair no chão. A minha esperança é entrar em choque térmico </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107055497682399320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107055497682399320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107055497682399320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107055497682399320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/cabea-fria-isto-ridculo.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107055427955540572</id><published>2003-12-04T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T16:15:27.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chuva, frio, vento... II
Desgraça! Parece que só nos resta mesmo ficar em casa...
Pelo que nos conta o Pai dos Burros, a neve não é boa opção em Portugal.
Acho que, antes que se acabem os episódios do Espaço1999, vou à Fnac comprar o Pack-DVD do Indiana Jones. E já agora uma mantinha e uma escalfeta para os pés...

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107055427955540572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107055427955540572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107055427955540572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107055427955540572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/chuva-frio-vento_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107051445761857634</id><published>2003-12-04T05:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T05:08:16.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A insónia dá nisto. Bom dia!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107051445761857634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107051445761857634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107051445761857634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107051445761857634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/insnia-d-nisto.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107050317445727032</id><published>2003-12-04T01:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T02:00:57.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Chuva, frio, vento...
Como é que alguém pode gostar de um tempo assim? Neve ainda se compreende, dá para esquiar e um sem número de actividades lúdicas, mas com chuva...? Com chuva fica-se em casa, com montes de roupa vestida ou com todos os aquecedores no máximo.
Acabei agora de ver mais um episódio do nosso Espaço 1999. Acho que já só me falta mais um disco e depois é o vazio de quem só tem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107050317445727032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107050317445727032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107050317445727032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107050317445727032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/chuva-frio-vento_107050317445727032.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107024732132934647</id><published>2003-12-01T02:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-01T02:58:04.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

O que levará alguns de nós a apontar as antenas sempre na direcção errada? Porque é que existirão direcções erradas? Porque é que precisamos de antenas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107024732132934647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107024732132934647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107024732132934647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107024732132934647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/12/o-que-levar-alguns-de-ns-apontar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-107020439781303878</id><published>2003-11-30T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T15:11:50.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Ressaca
Escondi-me de mim por não te ter a ti. Mergulhei numa catarse inebriante de fumo, álcool e drums. Afundei-me na noite mas agora chega, finalmente,  o dia.
Lentamente, acordo de novo para a vida (para esta vida). Afasto os lençóis com o vigor da esperança renovada. Hoje vai ser tudo diferente!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/107020439781303878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=107020439781303878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107020439781303878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/107020439781303878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/ressaca-escondi-me-de-mim-por-no-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106989522047728143</id><published>2003-11-27T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T01:07:42.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rélp!
Alguém sabe de alguma mézinha, grageia, suspensão ou o que quer que seja para acabar com o bloqueio de um pequeno (muito pequeno) escritor????
É que tenho um amigo que tem um blog e ultimamente não tem conseguido escrever nada de jeito. ele bem tenta mas não consegue...
Mil agradecimentos, pelo meu amigo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106989522047728143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106989522047728143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106989522047728143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106989522047728143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/rlp-algum-sabe-de-alguma-mzinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106967141929370662</id><published>2003-11-24T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T10:59:55.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B...bb....bomm....d....ddd....dia...aa...aa!
Está um frio de rachar! 
Segundo o Yahoo estão neste momento 12º.
Hummm... então aqui há uma hora e tal atrás, quando saí de casa, deveriam estar uns 10 graus, se tanto...
Já tínhamos um pouco de saudade de deixar de sentir o nariz e de ficar com os dedos colados ao volante do carro, não era?!... :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106967141929370662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106967141929370662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106967141929370662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106967141929370662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/b.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106928105312776854</id><published>2003-11-19T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:31:17.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advertência

Aos pacifistas, ecologistas, animistas, verdes e outros:
O gato está bem e recomenda-se. Neste momento encontra-se deitado em 'cima' do aquecedor.
Podem deixar de enviar represálias para a minha caixa de correio.
Bem-hajam.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106928105312776854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106928105312776854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106928105312776854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106928105312776854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/advertncia-aos-pacifistas-ecologistas.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106927070280539599</id><published>2003-11-19T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:02:37.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
!
Há falta de palavras, mas a imaginação é muita.
Ou então não.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106927070280539599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106927070280539599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106927070280539599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106927070280539599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/h-falta-de-palavras-mas-imaginao-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106926954076032360</id><published>2003-11-19T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T19:19:25.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>?
Há um termo para isto... agora não me recordo qual, mas é qualquer coisa que caracteriza a falta de assunto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106926954076032360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106926954076032360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106926954076032360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106926954076032360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/h-um-termo-para-isto.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106908905941530005</id><published>2003-11-17T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:13:00.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caminhos



Lenta e obstinadamente,  a lagarta continua o seu caminho. Tem todo o inverno para lá chegar. Ao longe vislumbra já a mansa sombra das belas folhas que lhe darão vigor aos membros alados da primavera. Imperturbável na sua determinação, finge ignorar o piar breve que não muito longe se faz ouvir.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106908905941530005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106908905941530005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106908905941530005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106908905941530005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/caminhos-lenta-e-obstinadamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106877087227552686</id><published>2003-11-15T00:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-15T00:33:22.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Banda Sonora
Archive - The pain gets worse

Tell me it's a dream
The pain gets worse
Tell me you have seen
The pain gets worse
There we can't regain
It really hurts
Don't make me shout out
The pain gets worse
Tell me he were wrong
The pain gets worse
Tell me you have long
The pain gets worse
To be here with me
It really hurts
Tell me you have seen

The pain gets worse
The pain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106877087227552686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106877087227552686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106877087227552686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106877087227552686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/banda-sonora-archive-pain-gets-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106877071992629939</id><published>2003-11-14T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:55:25.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Ficção de mim
Já devias saber que não é, nem será nunca, assim que me convences...
Já devias saber, há muito tempo, que não precisas de me convencer.

Eu gosto, naturalmente, de ajudar, mas não gosto que me imponham essa obrigação como se fosse meu dever absoluto fazê-lo. Para mim basta um pedido. Carinhoso de preferência. Nunca uma palavra amarga,  nunca uma recriminação.

Não compreendo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106877071992629939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106877071992629939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106877071992629939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106877071992629939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/fico-de-mim-j-devias-saber-que-no-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106876895960305835</id><published>2003-11-14T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:19:50.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Banda Sonora
Archive - Well known sinner
First you like to talk
Then you like to come around
Then you like to walk
Then you wanna get down
As free as a bird
There's something I heard

Then you light a cigarette
Then you tell me no regrets
You never had a better then
You really know your work
Then you light a cigarette
Then you give your work

You forgot
I really like to think
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106876895960305835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106876895960305835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106876895960305835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106876895960305835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/banda-sonora-archive-well-known-sinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106868326574630417</id><published>2003-11-13T00:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T00:30:20.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Admite-se empregada(o)
com idade até 30 anos, com experiência de pelo menos 8 anos,
que saiba lavar, passar, cozinhar e esfregar.

São requisitos essenciais, que:
- ponha a roupa na máquina separada por cores, fibras e virada do avesso
- verifique bolsos e botões da roupa antes da a colocar na máquina
- emparelhe as meias por cor e género
- nunca deixe esgotar nos armários a roupa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106868326574630417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106868326574630417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106868326574630417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106868326574630417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/admite-se-empregadao-com-idade-at-30.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106863674612068499</id><published>2003-11-12T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-12T11:32:23.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parece impossível!
Hoje o tal parquímetro está outra vez "avariado"...
Será que "eles" o fazem de propósito? Para ver quem cai???
Só pode ser. Hoje lá atravessei a estrada e fui até ao outro que estava bom...
Encontrei o dono do carro que tinha afixado "Parquímetro avariado" e estive à conversa com ele. Depois conto que estão-me a chamar.
Bom dia.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106863674612068499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106863674612068499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106863674612068499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106863674612068499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/parece-impossvel-hoje-o-tal-parqumetro.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106857150188318767</id><published>2003-11-11T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:37:32.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui bloqueado! Não há direito!!!

Hoje de manhã, quando estacionei o meu carro, na Av. António José de Almeida, o parquímetro mais próximo do meu carro (a 5 metros) estava avariado. Não estranhei. Desde Setembro que parquímetros avariados, por toda a Lisboa, é coisa que não falta. No início ainda procurava os 2 ou 3 mais próximos, tal era a vontade de desembolsar umas moedas, mas era sempre uma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106857150188318767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106857150188318767' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106857150188318767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106857150188318767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/fui-bloqueado-no-h-direito-hoje-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106848812530559297</id><published>2003-11-10T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:17:18.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para Ti
Já reparaste? Hoje é o nosso dia!
Não me esqueci, como poderia?
10 de Outubro... faz já tanto tempo...
Foi neste dia que te amei pela primeira vez, que nos entregámos totalmente um ao outro e eu me apaixonei perdidamente por ti. Um momento inesquecível, como de resto todos os momentos que vivi contigo parecem ser.

Apetece-me abraçar-te, agora, já. Um abraço forte como se nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106848812530559297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106848812530559297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106848812530559297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106848812530559297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/para-ti-j-reparaste-hoje-o-nosso-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106848723075749978</id><published>2003-11-10T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:00:28.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Problema de Expressão
Clã
  
Só p´ra dizer que te amo
nem sempre encontro o melhor termo
nem sempre escolho o melhor modo
devia ser como no cinema
a língua inglesa fica sempre bem
e nunca atraiçoa ninguém

o teu mundo está tão perto do meu
e o que digo está tão longe
como o mar está do céu

só p´ra dizer que te amo
não sei porquê este embaraço
que mais parece que só te estimo
e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106848723075749978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106848723075749978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106848723075749978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106848723075749978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/problema-de-expresso-cl-s-pra-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106848591910286420</id><published>2003-11-10T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:39:15.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para Ti
Já reparaste?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106848591910286420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106848591910286420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106848591910286420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106848591910286420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/para-ti-j-reparaste.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106816905547178921</id><published>2003-11-07T01:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-07T01:37:33.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hora post
Estava cansadíssimo até há 2 horas atrás que foi quando me deitei para dormir, finalmente, uma boa noite de sono.
Então porque é que estás aqui a esta hora? perguntarão vocês...
Não sei. Realmente não sei.
Insónia? hábito? insistência minha? o que é certo é que não consegui dormir. Estive duas horas na ronha a tentar e não dormi...
Agora, enervado como estou, sinto-me com energia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106816905547178921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106816905547178921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106816905547178921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106816905547178921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/hora-post-estava-cansadssimo-at-h-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106808257685147408</id><published>2003-11-06T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T01:36:14.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ainda mais um pedido
Não façam posts! Pleaseeee!!!
É que eu não estou com tempo para vos ler e não quero perder nada!!!!!
Ou então façam-me um resumo, por favor! Sim?
Não custa nada e eu ficarei muito agradecido. Vá lá, sejam compreensivos!
:) hehehe
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106808257685147408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106808257685147408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808257685147408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808257685147408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/ainda-mais-um-pedido-no-faam-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106808213671264503</id><published>2003-11-06T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T01:32:24.470Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deja vu?
Quem é que está a mexer na Matrix? É que estou a ter um deja vu!
Novamente 1h30 da matina, e eu aqui...
Então, até amanhã, olá bom dia, olá boa tarde, olá boa noite, e até já...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106808213671264503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106808213671264503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808213671264503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808213671264503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/deja-vu-quem-que-est-mexer-na-matrix.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106808143039264273</id><published>2003-11-06T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T01:39:49.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Fui ver!
Saí do trabalho já atrasado e cheguei ao cinema já passavam 10 minutos. O filme estava mesmo a começar e eu estava mesmo a precisar. O novo Matrix - Revolutions saiu hoje. Foi fabuloso. Música, imagem, fx, pancada :) e até história.
Está cada vez melhor, digo eu.
Só não gostei de uma coisa: fiquei 20 minutos (acho que foi um pouco menos, mas pareceu uma eternidade) a ver o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106808143039264273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106808143039264273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808143039264273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808143039264273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/fui-ver-sa-do-trabalho-j-atrasado-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106808141351802526</id><published>2003-11-06T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T01:26:16.536Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só mais uma!
Não é justo!
Enquanto há pessoas em férias pelo norte, outros trabalham que nem cães. Bem antes fosse, que os meus cãezinhos levam uma bela vida.
Hoje já é Quinta, o que faz amanhã Sexta e logo a seguir Sábado!
Falta pouco. O pior já passou...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106808141351802526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106808141351802526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808141351802526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106808141351802526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/s-mais-uma-no-justo-enquanto-h-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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-5456434.post-106799373484256565</id><published>2003-11-05T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T01:25:54.350Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pois é...
Vou mas é curar as minhas olheiras com 7 horitas de sono...
Até amanhã!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/feeds/106799373484256565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456434&amp;postID=106799373484256565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106799373484256565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456434/posts/default/106799373484256565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baldrake.blogspot.com/2003/11/pois.html' title=''/><author><name>Baldrake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315504760282168586</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></feed>
