<?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-2103397377153815096</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:19:21.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashhhhh moments by Nelson P</title><subtitle type='html'>momentos sentidos, momentos perdidos, momentos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-6071677020103455743</id><published>2010-01-31T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:01:21.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashhh moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;failure is not an excuse for giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-6071677020103455743?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6071677020103455743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6071677020103455743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/flashhh-moment_31.html' title='flashhh moment'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-3244774389017296979</id><published>2010-01-16T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:40:16.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24h</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At night i dream a sleepless dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-3244774389017296979?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/3244774389017296979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/3244774389017296979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/24h.html' title='24h'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-5844453895085945822</id><published>2010-01-15T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:12:30.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/S1DMKWWSaKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/L_pVscthE40/s1600-h/n1-port-fake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/S1DMKWWSaKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/L_pVscthE40/s320/n1-port-fake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427062029151266978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fake is a term used to describe or imply something which is false. A document or other object that is not real. "Fake" means false.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-5844453895085945822?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/5844453895085945822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/5844453895085945822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/fake.html' title='fake'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/S1DMKWWSaKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/L_pVscthE40/s72-c/n1-port-fake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-1080494092275285422</id><published>2010-01-06T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:14:12.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashhh moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You want something, go get it. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-1080494092275285422?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1080494092275285422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1080494092275285422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/flashhh-moment.html' title='flashhh moment'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-2803740082413268322</id><published>2009-12-14T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:57:12.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>I did not wrong anyone&lt;br /&gt;Nor did i betray anyone&lt;br /&gt;But now i realize i was mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wronged somebody&lt;br /&gt;and betrayed somebody ...&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to thank you &lt;br /&gt;for showing me the futility of a life without honor&lt;br /&gt;it makes me realize &lt;br /&gt;that death is not terrifying as i had imagined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-2803740082413268322?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/2803740082413268322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/2803740082413268322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-1794409313913818864</id><published>2009-11-14T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:57:36.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.R</title><content type='html'>Magia&lt;br /&gt;Arte&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é verdade ... Voltei a surfar&lt;br /&gt;na verdade pouco ou nada surfei, simplesmente voltei a sentir aquela sensação de complementação onde a corrida do tic tac perde fulgor e tudo se resume ao momento, ao teu momento.&lt;br /&gt;A minha relação com o mar é fiel e incondicional, a cada braçada, a cada esforço registo a vontade de me equacionar e complementar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em ti, só a ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Pena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-1794409313913818864?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1794409313913818864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1794409313913818864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/mar.html' title='M.A.R'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-4423106202761458061</id><published>2009-10-14T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:10:21.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O último guerreiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/StWUdeXaqjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/peu4NOR7kw4/s1600-h/11102009311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/StWUdeXaqjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/peu4NOR7kw4/s320/11102009311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392379362934434354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-10-2009 fuerteventura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-4423106202761458061?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/4423106202761458061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/4423106202761458061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-ultimo-guerreiro.html' title='O último guerreiro'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/StWUdeXaqjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/peu4NOR7kw4/s72-c/11102009311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-2279921377246192168</id><published>2009-10-07T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:46:52.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>...4th november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time is now... and the only thing i want is time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-2279921377246192168?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/2279921377246192168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/2279921377246192168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-51666385823330520</id><published>2009-10-07T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:07:13.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is happyness for you david(nelson)??"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Ss0EhQHagrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/De60Siep73Q/s1600-h/_MG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Ss0EhQHagrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/De60Siep73Q/s320/_MG_1269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389969298340610738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-51666385823330520?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/51666385823330520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/51666385823330520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-happyness-for-you-david.html' title='&quot;What is happyness for you david(nelson)??&quot;'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Ss0EhQHagrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/De60Siep73Q/s72-c/_MG_1269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-1933080567228081229</id><published>2009-08-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:40:34.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space boy</title><content type='html'>A saga daquilo que sou, para além do visível, continuará confundida nessa possibilidade de me tornar perfeitamente perpendicular ao que fui.&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos&lt;br /&gt;Sem obstáculos de cálculo&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada mais do que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me imparável nessa busca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pursuit still on his way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-1933080567228081229?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1933080567228081229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1933080567228081229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/space-boy.html' title='Space boy'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-5722996130672323183</id><published>2009-08-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:55:34.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubin "Hurricane" Carter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/SnRlEm8O4YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qHY_qZx1v0k/s1600-h/rubin+carter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/SnRlEm8O4YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qHY_qZx1v0k/s320/rubin+carter.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365024185952166274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hate put [him] in prison. Love's gonna bust [him] out'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in memory of Rubin Carter Resistance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-5722996130672323183?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/5722996130672323183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/5722996130672323183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/rubin-hurricane-carter.html' title='Rubin &quot;Hurricane&quot; Carter'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/SnRlEm8O4YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qHY_qZx1v0k/s72-c/rubin+carter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-1297144568313279783</id><published>2009-07-02T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:02:27.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashhh moment</title><content type='html'>Acordas sem realmente acordar, colocas os teus pensamentos no último filme de lynch ou recordas kubrick, oxigenas o teu sangue ao som de radiohead ou até logh, percorres as ruas da baixa sem entender porqué, conduzes o teu último esforço na busca do simples, perdes o controle das directrizes, procuras , procuras ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-1297144568313279783?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1297144568313279783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1297144568313279783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/flashhh-moment.html' title='flashhh moment'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-5504620106808761338</id><published>2009-06-19T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:05:19.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/SjuoZUhk0MI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1uETMM5sMtw/s1600-h/04062009120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/SjuoZUhk0MI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1uETMM5sMtw/s320/04062009120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054135392325826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pursuit ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-5504620106808761338?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/5504620106808761338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/5504620106808761338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-my-way.html' title='on my way'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/SjuoZUhk0MI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1uETMM5sMtw/s72-c/04062009120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-1270174668002682637</id><published>2008-04-29T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:09:21.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.   ...</title><content type='html'>I HOPE ETERNITY SOUNDS LIKE SAMSKEYTI&lt;br /&gt;N.PENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cZGgtN42ns&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cZGgtN42ns&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-1270174668002682637?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1270174668002682637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1270174668002682637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='.   ...'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-8927171662267050786</id><published>2008-02-17T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:20:34.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:):(:)</title><content type='html'>Ágætis Byrjun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Zj55gaAgM4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Zj55gaAgM4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Hopes Come True&lt;br /&gt;As We Walk Downtown&lt;br /&gt;Smiling And Laughing&lt;br /&gt;As Friendship And Exhaustion Collide&lt;br /&gt;We Celebrate&lt;br /&gt;A Two Year Wait&lt;br /&gt;A Distant Dream Is Born&lt;br /&gt;We Eat And Drink Ourselves Full&lt;br /&gt;And Pay Up&lt;br /&gt;With All We Have For The Day&lt;br /&gt;We Sit Down Excited&lt;br /&gt;Listen To Ourselves Play The Music&lt;br /&gt;No One Seems To Listen&lt;br /&gt;This Is Completely Different&lt;br /&gt;We Lived In Another World&lt;br /&gt;Where We Were Never Invisible&lt;br /&gt;A Few Days Later&lt;br /&gt;We Speak Again&lt;br /&gt;But It Didn't Sound Good&lt;br /&gt;We Were All In Agreement&lt;br /&gt;In Agreement About Most Things&lt;br /&gt;We’ll Do Better Next Time&lt;br /&gt;This Is An Alright Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-8927171662267050786?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/8927171662267050786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/8927171662267050786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=':):(:)'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-73380615357616738</id><published>2007-12-08T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:19:38.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Floating in Space</title><content type='html'>me and you together like i never felt such strenght...&lt;br /&gt;forget those who try to shut us down...&lt;br /&gt;remember "THE SWEET IS NEVER AS SWEET WITHOUT THE SOUR"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-73380615357616738?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/73380615357616738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/73380615357616738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-floating-in-space.html' title='We Are Floating in Space'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-1732114057672120316</id><published>2007-08-25T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:15:13.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/RtDiIDkyglI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fa0zimA-oQM/s1600-h/MargotFrenchBulldog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/RtDiIDkyglI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fa0zimA-oQM/s320/MargotFrenchBulldog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102827005837214290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still missing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-1732114057672120316?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1732114057672120316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/1732114057672120316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-missing-to-be-continue.html' title=''/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/RtDiIDkyglI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fa0zimA-oQM/s72-c/MargotFrenchBulldog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-2750234708185660463</id><published>2007-08-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:36:16.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re-re definition</title><content type='html'>construo-me em seguimento da desconstrução que criei .... ligo-me depois de me desligar... imagino-me em plano aberto depois de me esquecer... estabeleço a tal plataforma entre o agora e o depois e nao creio estar a recriar algo... nao quero isso.&lt;br /&gt;submeto-me novamente aquelas retóricas who am i? im just little bubble waiting for the wind??? &lt;br /&gt;reconstruo-me na base do meu "project" ... um plano arquitectado de recurso que vai capitulando episódios de avanço, pogresso.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos consumados , sentimentos condenados , emoções limitadas, emoções controladas recebem nota de exclusão... inverto o sentido dos adjectivos e avalio o mais íntimo de mim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então julgo-me objectivamente&lt;br /&gt;auto estrada de esperança pessoal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-2750234708185660463?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/2750234708185660463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/2750234708185660463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-re-definition.html' title='re-re definition'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-6069704290534019311</id><published>2007-08-06T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:07:32.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found myself</title><content type='html'>Fecho-me&lt;br /&gt;penso sobre a exactidão do meu estado, retiro-me do constangimento e coloco-me na verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo viagem...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o teu reflexo, o teu reflexo sou eu, confundo-me contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-6069704290534019311?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6069704290534019311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6069704290534019311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/08/found-myself.html' title='found myself'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-4646668690761326780</id><published>2007-06-17T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T04:42:51.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strange dreams from iceland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wUESJGhZLo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wUESJGhZLo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-4646668690761326780?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/4646668690761326780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/4646668690761326780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/06/strange-dreams-from-iceland.html' title='strange dreams from iceland...'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-8575754655094898449</id><published>2007-05-04T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:18:12.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retorno</title><content type='html'>De baixo...olho para o céu...&lt;br /&gt;pela reflexão de um espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Rjt3cZCC9QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/51ofO9nCAL4/s1600-h/Imagem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Rjt3cZCC9QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/51ofO9nCAL4/s320/Imagem2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060769935920395522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-8575754655094898449?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/8575754655094898449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/8575754655094898449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/05/spending-my-energies-on-moving-forward.html' title='retorno'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Rjt3cZCC9QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/51ofO9nCAL4/s72-c/Imagem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-7608933817118502370</id><published>2007-04-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:19:08.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e quem me leva os meus fantasmas?</title><content type='html'>tema de musica&lt;br /&gt;tema de vida&lt;br /&gt;tema da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao quero que seja o teu tema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;"ele" ter te olhado nos olhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-7608933817118502370?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/7608933817118502370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/7608933817118502370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-quem-me-leva-os-meus-fantasmas.html' title='e quem me leva os meus fantasmas?'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-6621480473661520234</id><published>2007-04-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:06:33.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superação</title><content type='html'>São 1.27 e continuo a contar os minutos ... Talvez me tenha tornado nos próprios minutos, sinto-os em equitativo com a dor constante ... sim a dor ... aquela que nos faz sofrer , aquela que mais nos magoa ... em vez de chama-la interior prefiro apelidala de irresistível... mas pera ... "uma dor irresistivel"? isto nao faz muito sentido ... ou...talvez sejamos nós que procuramos um sentimento impossível, um conforto idilíco, um pensamento sem limites, um momento pleno .... não será isto irresistível?... ao ponto de corrermos sem olhar para trás, sem rodeios, sem medos, sem dúvidas, sem relógio...e quando defacto os atingimos!!!!... o efeito temporal revela-nos a sua efemeridade no melhor dos casos ......Por momentos julgo sentir me num desses instantes onde a corrida do sentir toma controle ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A necessidade de superação vive comigo e morrerá comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-6621480473661520234?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6621480473661520234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6621480473661520234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/04/superao.html' title='superação'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2103397377153815096.post-6573337333993481814</id><published>2007-04-26T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:04:01.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re-definition</title><content type='html'>stock in the moment ... sim parado no tempo, parado intemporalmente na visão do futuro... conto os segundos em que penso sentir me parado na minha construçao, no meu aperfeiçoamento nao táctil da minha pessoa .... medito sobre a oscilação de uma mente inquieta e impulsiva perante a multiplicidade de circunstancias ... oscilo sobre a presença da incerteza, oscilo sobre se serei algo sem definição, algo sem objectivo ... se estou condenado ao insucesso ou á queda de desejos e sonhos ressuscito com a vontade repleta de viver o sonho de ser feliz ..... ser feliz sim ... feliz ao ponto de não olhar o passado e não tentar descortinar o incorrecto ou o errado ... simplesmente sentir a leve consciência do prazer passado. escrito em março 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2103397377153815096-6573337333993481814?l=flashhhmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6573337333993481814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2103397377153815096/posts/default/6573337333993481814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashhhmoments.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-definition.html' title='re-definition'/><author><name>NelsonP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15505517182594318327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95ePjyqE9Dk/Sv6QJDmakwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6842osIsnKQ/S220/Imagem+021.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
