<?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-628064120654769145</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:44:18.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Músicas,Aviação e outras tretas</title><subtitle type='html'>Músicas,Aviação e outras tretas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead&lt;br /&gt;I say, I've got a good mind to give up living, and go shopping instead&lt;br /&gt;To pick up me a tombstone, and be pronounced dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read your letter this morning, that was in your place in bed&lt;br /&gt;I read your letter this morning, that was in your place in bed&lt;br /&gt;That's when I decided, that I would be better off dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read, there is no use you looking, or ever hoping to get me back&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's no use you looking, or ever hoping to get me back&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because it's all over now, and you can bet on that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-351582188407490944?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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tal companhia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras o céu &lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se pareça &lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras a lua &lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se escureça &lt;br /&gt;Se um dia me sinto nua &lt;br /&gt;Tomara que a terra estremeça &lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca na tua &lt;br /&gt;Eu confesso não sai da cabeça &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um beijo é quase perfeito &lt;br /&gt;Perdidos num rio sem leito &lt;br /&gt;Que dirá se o tempo nos der &lt;br /&gt;O tempo a que temos direito &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia um anjo fizer &lt;br /&gt;A seta bater-te no peito &lt;br /&gt;Se um dia o diabo quiser &lt;br /&gt;Faremos o crime perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7V0Da6HYdA8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of our elaborate plans, the end&lt;br /&gt;Of everything that stands, the end&lt;br /&gt;No safety or surprise, the end&lt;br /&gt;Ill never look into your eyes...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture what will be&lt;br /&gt;So limitless and free&lt;br /&gt;Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand&lt;br /&gt;In a...desperate land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain&lt;br /&gt;And all the children are insane&lt;br /&gt;All the children are insane ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU0DxJVWhGw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU0DxJVWhGw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"...não tendo o &lt;em&gt;feedback&lt;/em&gt; que eu gostaria e mesmo assim continuar a lutar por tudo o que quero, sou especial por isso e se não o fosse mostraria a bandeira branca á trincheira do outro lado do campo de batalha, rendia-me e batia em retirada logo que a primeira bojarda me caísse em cima da tola, sou especial por lutar pelo que quero..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3876960762529859198?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3876960762529859198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3876960762529859198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3876960762529859198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3876960762529859198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-apocalypse-now.html' title='The End (Apocalypse Now)'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4234857652877600999</id><published>2009-05-06T12:00:00.024+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:17:50.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandi Carlile no Coliseu do Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgJ8aybK3dI/AAAAAAAABZI/sgF3rFWBAzo/s1600-h/brandi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961708414262738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgJ8aybK3dI/AAAAAAAABZI/sgF3rFWBAzo/s320/brandi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhcYvu9hDUg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhcYvu9hDUg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009, Brandi Carlile veio ao Coliseu do Porto para mais um grande concerto, no qual a sua voz fez o Coliseu do Porto vibrar com grande intensidade. Durante uma hora e meia o publico portuensse foi "brindado" com a performance da nova artista a qual já anda nestas andanças musicais há já bastante tempo, por isso nao se deixem enganar pela juventude da menina que se tornou conhecida no nosso país por causa de um anuncio a uma cerveja nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961256741965026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgJ8Af0GjOI/AAAAAAAABY4/o-m0ne1reyE/s320/eea7de6b84cfe5128c0e92afa2702d8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLQ9l-EGsJQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLQ9l-EGsJQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you grow away from me in photographs&lt;br /&gt;And memories like spies&lt;br /&gt;The salt betrays my eyes again&lt;br /&gt;I started losing sleep and gaining weight&lt;br /&gt;And wishing I was ten again&lt;br /&gt;So I could be your friend again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days we go to waste like wine&lt;br /&gt;That's turned to turpentine&lt;br /&gt;Till it's 6 AM and I'm all messed up&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;So I'll fall back in line&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warning you, we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found some pretty words to say&lt;br /&gt;You found your little game to play&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one allowed in here&lt;br /&gt;And just when we believe we could be great&lt;br /&gt;Reality it permeates&lt;br /&gt;And conquers from within again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days we go to waste like wine&lt;br /&gt;That's turned to turpentine&lt;br /&gt;Till it's 6 AM and I'm all messed up&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;So I'll fall back in line&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warning you we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... were ok... okay&lt;br /&gt;Ok... were ok... okay&lt;br /&gt;These days we go to waste like wine&lt;br /&gt;That's turned to turpentine&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 AM and I'm all messed up&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;So I'll fall back in line&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warning you we're growing up &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;este tema é um dos meus favoritos do album e posso dizer que pode bem ter sido o meu momento favorito no concerto. Este tema é um dos tais que me traz boas recordaçoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961253836371634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgJ8AU_WtrI/AAAAAAAABZA/IJCwcB2KOnE/s320/b7b23e5005efd61e91c5929953573771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXdQ2yKWlXc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXdQ2yKWlXc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true... I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, because even when I was flat broke&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;You do and I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;It's hiding the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know what I've been through like you do&lt;br /&gt;And I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;Oh but these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true... I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah well it's true... that I was made for you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E este o tema mais comercial da Brandi Carlile ( na minha opiniao bom demais para ser usado em publicidade a cerveja).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A frase final... &lt;em&gt;Oh yeah well it's true... that I was made for you&lt;/em&gt;    é poderosa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yc-vxlGE53A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yc-vxlGE53A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;that david played and it pleased the lord&lt;br /&gt;but you don't really care for music, do you&lt;br /&gt;well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;the baffled king composing hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;you saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;she tied you to her kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;she broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;and from your lips she drew the hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i've been here before&lt;br /&gt;i've seen this room and i've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;i used to live alone before i knew you&lt;br /&gt;i've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;but love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;what's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;but now you never show that to me do you&lt;br /&gt;but remember when i moved in you&lt;br /&gt;and the holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;and every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe there's a god above&lt;br /&gt;but all i've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E assim foi o concerto, faz justica a qualidade do album &lt;em&gt;The Story &lt;/em&gt;o qual já muito rolou no meu carro e não só, album esse que me vai deixar memorias e me trará recordaçoes de momentos,pessoas e lugares quando o ouvir daqui por uns anos.&lt;br 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href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/05/brandi-carlile-no-coliseu-do-porto.html' title='Brandi Carlile no Coliseu do Porto'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgJ8aybK3dI/AAAAAAAABZI/sgF3rFWBAzo/s72-c/brandi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-2225216178332482238</id><published>2009-05-03T04:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:50:00.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalia Hoje  Gaivota</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Alexandre O'Neill / Alain Oulman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma gaivota viesse&lt;br /&gt;Trazer-me o céu de lisboa&lt;br /&gt;No desenho que fizesse,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse céu onde o olhar&lt;br /&gt;É uma asa que não voa,&lt;br /&gt;Esmorece e cai no mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que perfeito coração&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito bateria,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor na tua mão,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa mão onde cabia&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um português marinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Dos sete mares andarilho,&lt;br /&gt;Fosse quem sabe o primeiro&lt;br /&gt;A contar-me o que inventasse,&lt;br /&gt;Se um olhar de novo brilho&lt;br /&gt;No meu olhar se enlaçasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que perfeito coração&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito bateria,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor na tua mão,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa mão onde cabia&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao dizer adeus à vida&lt;br /&gt;As aves todas do céu,&lt;br /&gt;Me dessem na despedida&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar derradeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Esse olhar que era só teu,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que foste o primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que perfeito coração&lt;br /&gt;Morreria no meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor na tua mão,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa mão onde perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Bateu o meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-2225216178332482238?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1521750321052989886</id><published>2009-05-03T04:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:46:19.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'You got to hide your love away'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz7IjXu0DfQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz7IjXu0DfQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6430559704293106607</id><published>2009-04-28T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:49:07.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got to Hide Your Love Away</title><content type='html'>Here I stand head in hand&lt;br /&gt;Turn my face to the wall&lt;br /&gt;If she's gone I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' two-foot small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere people stare&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day&lt;br /&gt;I can see them laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;And I hear them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away&lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I even try&lt;br /&gt;I can never win&lt;br /&gt;Hearing them, seeing them&lt;br /&gt;In the state I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she say to me&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Gather round all you clowns&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away&lt;br /&gt;Hey you've got to hide your love away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6430559704293106607?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6430559704293106607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6430559704293106607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6430559704293106607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6430559704293106607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/04/youve-got-to-hide-your-love-away.html' title='You&apos;ve Got to Hide Your Love Away'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-8586225837853936672</id><published>2009-04-27T05:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:18:43.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Across The Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsuSCwTdxOo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsuSCwTdxOo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,&lt;br /&gt;They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,&lt;br /&gt;Possessing and caressing me.&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva, om&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They call me on and on across the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box&lt;br /&gt;They tumble blindly as they make their way&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva, om,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Through my opened ears inciting and inviting me&lt;br /&gt;Limitless undying Love which shines around me like a&lt;br /&gt;million suns, It calls me on and on&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva, om,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8586225837853936672?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/8586225837853936672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=8586225837853936672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8586225837853936672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8586225837853936672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/04/across-universe.html' title='Across The Universe'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3391387172876568909</id><published>2009-04-14T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:57:40.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca vais saber</title><content type='html'>Nunca vais saber&lt;br /&gt;a sombra que fere o olhar&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso breve sem luz&lt;br /&gt;no caminho longo a fechar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais saber&lt;br /&gt;o longo vácuo infinito&lt;br /&gt;a saudade já a sangue gravada&lt;br /&gt;na mudez nua de um grito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais saber&lt;br /&gt;a lágrima quente na cama&lt;br /&gt;os olhos de seda rasgada&lt;br /&gt;o gelo firme na chama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais saber&lt;br /&gt;a mão crispada e vazia&lt;br /&gt;o desejo insano mordido&lt;br /&gt;na intensidade do dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais saber&lt;br /&gt;o luar que me corre nas veias&lt;br /&gt;das noites, de prata vestidos&lt;br /&gt;e loucuras tecidas a meias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais saber&lt;br /&gt;que és tu quem eu trago comigo&lt;br /&gt;que és tu quem me assalta ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;com um susto quente no peito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca vais saber&lt;br /&gt;que sonho sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;e que à noite... em ti me aconchego,&lt;br /&gt;e que é em ti que eu me deito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;Tu nunca vais saber...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4664721142882885232</id><published>2009-04-13T05:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:37:52.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the winner takes it all</title><content type='html'>I don’t wanna talk &lt;br /&gt;about the things we’ve gone through &lt;br /&gt;though it’s hurting me &lt;br /&gt;now it’s history &lt;br /&gt;I’ve played all my cards &lt;br /&gt;and that’s what you’ve done too &lt;br /&gt;nothing more to say &lt;br /&gt;no more ace to play &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner takes it all &lt;br /&gt;the loser standing small &lt;br /&gt;beside the victory &lt;br /&gt;that’s her destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in your arms &lt;br /&gt;thinking I belonged there &lt;br /&gt;I figured it made sense &lt;br /&gt;building me a fence &lt;br /&gt;building me a home &lt;br /&gt;thinking I’d be strong there &lt;br /&gt;but I was a fool &lt;br /&gt;playing by the rules &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gods may throw a dice &lt;br /&gt;their minds as cold as ice &lt;br /&gt;and someone way down here &lt;br /&gt;loses someone dear &lt;br /&gt;the winner takes it all &lt;br /&gt;the loser has to fall &lt;br /&gt;it’s simple and it’s plain &lt;br /&gt;why should I complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me does she kiss &lt;br /&gt;like I used to kiss you &lt;br /&gt;does it feel the same &lt;br /&gt;when she calls your name &lt;br /&gt;somewhere deep inside &lt;br /&gt;you must know I miss you &lt;br /&gt;but what can I say &lt;br /&gt;rules must be obeyed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges will decide &lt;br /&gt;the likes of me abide &lt;br /&gt;spectators of the show &lt;br /&gt;always staying low &lt;br /&gt;the game is on again &lt;br /&gt;a lover or a friend &lt;br /&gt;a big thing or a small &lt;br /&gt;the winner takes it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna talk &lt;br /&gt;if it makes you feel sad &lt;br /&gt;and I understand &lt;br /&gt;you’ve come to shake my hand &lt;br /&gt;I apologize &lt;br /&gt;if it makes you feel bad &lt;br /&gt;seeing me so tense &lt;br /&gt;no self-confidence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see &lt;br /&gt;the winner takes it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-4664721142882885232?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4664721142882885232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4664721142882885232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4664721142882885232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4664721142882885232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/04/winner-takes-it-all.html' title='the winner takes it all'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-2166052328064093285</id><published>2009-04-13T05:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:28:46.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turpentine</title><content type='html'>I watch you grow away from me in photographs&lt;br /&gt;And memories like spies&lt;br /&gt;And salt betrays my eyes again&lt;br /&gt;I started losing sleep and gaining weight&lt;br /&gt;And wishing I was was ten again&lt;br /&gt;So I could be your friend again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days we go to waste like wine&lt;br /&gt;That's turned to turpentine&lt;br /&gt;It's six AM and I'm all messed up&lt;br /&gt;I didn't maen to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;So I'll fall back in line&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warning you we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found some pretty words to say&lt;br /&gt;You found your little game to play&lt;br /&gt;and there's no one allowed in&lt;br /&gt;Then just when we believe we could be great&lt;br /&gt;Reality it permeates&lt;br /&gt;And conquers from within again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days we go to waste like wine&lt;br /&gt;That's turned to turpentine&lt;br /&gt;It's six AM and I'm all messed up&lt;br /&gt;I didn't maen to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;So I'll fall back in line&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warning you we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're OK I know we're OK&lt;br /&gt;These days we go to waste like wine&lt;br /&gt;That's turned to turpentine&lt;br /&gt;It's six AM and I'm all messed up&lt;br /&gt;I didn't maen to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;So I'll fall back in line&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warning you we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QKtyMAtx2Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QKtyMAtx2Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-2166052328064093285?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/2166052328064093285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=2166052328064093285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2166052328064093285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2166052328064093285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/04/turpentine.html' title='Turpentine'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6735863812398644071</id><published>2009-04-05T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:53:41.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can’t Sleep at Night by Susan Tedeschi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SdkYAxzWITI/AAAAAAAABXU/CZvVVl_OH4o/s1600-h/tedeschi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SdkYAxzWITI/AAAAAAAABXU/CZvVVl_OH4o/s320/tedeschi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321310836362715442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SdkYAinN3cI/AAAAAAAABXM/6U9rvnHUXUg/s1600-h/fs_tedeschi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SdkYAinN3cI/AAAAAAAABXM/6U9rvnHUXUg/s320/fs_tedeschi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321310832285310402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t Sleep at Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got the blues goin’ round in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got the blues goin’ round in my head&lt;br /&gt;Lord, though I try and I try&lt;br /&gt;Oh I knew it wasn’t right&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I mess up&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I ask these things I’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;As I lay awake goin’ round and round&lt;br /&gt;I keep singing the same old song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I try and I try&lt;br /&gt;Oh I knew it wasn’t right&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Oh why can’t I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can only dream&lt;br /&gt;What will my story be&lt;br /&gt;Would you be holdin me&lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Lord have I realised&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that you’re my everything, everything, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the blues goin’ round in my head&lt;br /&gt;I got the blues goin’ round in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh I try and I try &lt;br /&gt;Oh I try and I try&lt;br /&gt;Oh I try and I try&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I sleep, why can’t I sleep at night….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yes, oh yes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xgqovt5batY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xgqovt5batY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6735863812398644071?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6735863812398644071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6735863812398644071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6735863812398644071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6735863812398644071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-sleep-at-night-by-susan-tedeschi.html' title='Can’t Sleep at Night by Susan Tedeschi'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SdkYAxzWITI/AAAAAAAABXU/CZvVVl_OH4o/s72-c/tedeschi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7142442598115156303</id><published>2009-04-05T06:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:30:13.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay All Your Love On Me</title><content type='html'>"Lay All Your Love On Me" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jealous before we met&lt;br /&gt;Now every man that I see is a potential threat&lt;br /&gt;And I'm possessive, it isn't nice&lt;br /&gt;You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice&lt;br /&gt;But now it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is new&lt;br /&gt;And all I've learned&lt;br /&gt;Has overturned&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like shooting a sitting duck&lt;br /&gt;A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what you've done with me&lt;br /&gt;A grown-up woman should never fall so easily&lt;br /&gt;I feel a kind of fear&lt;br /&gt;When I don't have you near&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;I skip my pride&lt;br /&gt;I beg you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go sharing your devotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few little love affairs&lt;br /&gt;They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that was sensible&lt;br /&gt;It makes the truth even more incomprehensible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is new&lt;br /&gt;And everything is you&lt;br /&gt;And all I've learned&lt;br /&gt;Has overturned&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't go sharing your devotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't go sharing your devotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7142442598115156303?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7142442598115156303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7142442598115156303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7142442598115156303'/><link rel='self' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vm_N3bjqlr4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vm_N3bjqlr4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise doesnt last all morning&lt;br /&gt;A cloudburst doesnt last all day&lt;br /&gt;Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning&lt;br /&gt;Its not always going to be this grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset doesnt last all evening&lt;br /&gt;A mind can blow those clouds away&lt;br /&gt;After all this, my love is up and must be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Its not always going to be this grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass away&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;None of lifes strings can last&lt;br /&gt;So, I must be on my way&lt;br /&gt;And face another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the darkness only stays the night-time&lt;br /&gt;In the morning it will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Daylight is good at arriving at the right time&lt;br /&gt;Its not always going to be this grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass away&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-2535291213318191347?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/2535291213318191347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=2535291213318191347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2535291213318191347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2535291213318191347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-things-must-pass.html' title='All things must pass'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4917499250871656062</id><published>2008-10-30T00:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:45:57.412Z</updated><title type='text'>You are so beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see &lt;br /&gt;Your everything I hoped for &lt;br /&gt;Your everything I need &lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such joy and happiness you bring &lt;br /&gt;Such joy and happiness you bring &lt;br /&gt;Like a dream &lt;br /&gt;A guiding light that shines in the night &lt;br /&gt;Heavens gift to me &lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao amores em geral...sejam eles correspondidos ou não&lt;br /&gt;e especialmente aquela miuda especial...ela sabe bem quem é&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-4917499250871656062?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4917499250871656062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4917499250871656062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4917499250871656062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4917499250871656062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-are-so-beautiful.html' title='You are so beautiful'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3768273669092814075</id><published>2008-09-24T03:18:00.067+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:55:01.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus Rick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SNmjtmVIOGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ribfb_9jzUE/s1600-h/RichardWright.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249406844455630946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SNmjtmVIOGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ribfb_9jzUE/s400/RichardWright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family of Richard Wright, founder member of Pink Floyd, announce with great sadness, that Richard died today after a short struggle with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family have asked that their privacy is respected at this difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born 28 July 1943 (65)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois caros amigos, voltei a escrever no meu blog mas infelizmente não por um bom motivo, como alguns de vocês devem saber no passado dia 15 faleceu vitima de cancro o teclista e membro fundador dos Pink Floyd, a minha banda favorita a par com os Beatles. Um dos motivos da minha ausencia por aqui tambem foi em parte provocado pela tal triste noticia a qual me deixou uns tempos a digerir e a penssar no triste acontecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu uma noite a ver um desses noticiários cheios de noticias sensacionalistas e outras claramente de "encher chouriço" quando me deparo com a tal triste novidade,nesse dia a musica ; o Rock e as artes no geral perderam mais uma pessoa de valor a qual quanto a mim sempre foi em parte posta á sombra dos membros dos Pink Floyd mais mediatizados, desenganem-se os fas e todos aqueles que estão menos informados, Richard Wright teve um papel importantissimo ao longo dos 40 anos da carreira dos Pink Floyd.&lt;br /&gt;Roger Waters e David Gilmour não foram os dentes mais importante de toda a engrenagem (&lt;em&gt;Machine&lt;/em&gt;) que foram e sempre serão os Pink Floyd.&lt;br /&gt;Como deverao calcular eu que sou fa dos Floyd desde a minha adolescencia, fiquei um pouco abalado com a noticia...e o primeiro penssamento que me ocorreu foi:&lt;br /&gt;...Bolas, lá se vao as chances de ver mais uma reuniao ao estilo do live eight...&lt;br /&gt;Quem os viu no Live eight, os quatro membros em cima do palco a tocarem temas como Time, Money, Breathe entre outros tem bem a noção do momento mágico criado naquela noite no Hyde Park em Londres. Quem viu , viu , quem não viu azar... e agora é que nao volta mesmo a ver, infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu como cresci a ouvir os Pink Floyd, a noticia deixou-me abalado e sem saber como reagir, quis chorar mas nao consegui...é estranho, ou não será tão estranho assim, não sei. Mas sei bem que o som que estou a ouvir agora , aquele som da faixa inicial do album Dark Side of the Moon (1973)para mim o melhor album rock gravado até hoje e que tem como titulo Speak to me/ Breathe conssegue despertar em mim vários sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos vamos sentir a falta da voz e teclados do Rick, mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICK WRIGHT NÃO MORREU, APENAS SE LIBERTOU DO SEU INVOLUCRO HUMANO ENQUANTO A SUA ALMA E OBRA SÃO LEGADOS QUE LHE CONFEREM A ETERNIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus Rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SNm4xfnqGeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M2YIklxMK-s/s1600-h/rick-wright-morte-316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SNm4xfnqGeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/M2YIklxMK-s/s320/rick-wright-morte-316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249430001117960674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICA:&lt;br /&gt;Sentem-se num confortavel banco de jardim ou deitem-se na relva numa quente noite de verão com a vossa mais que tudo e percam algum tempo a observar a Lua com um bom vinho ao vosso lado e claro com as muitas musicas dos Floyd nos ouvidos e desfrutem de uma viagem ao som de toda a música maravilhosa que eles fizeram! experimentem :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the band youre in starts playing different tunes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ill see you on the dark side of the moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SNm5Tm_YaXI/AAAAAAAAARY/w6AVe4AY2xw/s1600-h/wright7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMknoqO6-1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMknoqO6-1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocas no rosto enquanto o ar não sai&lt;br /&gt;Inspiro sem medo do acto que vem&lt;br /&gt;Envolvo os pés como mãos&lt;br /&gt;Do toque nasce a nossa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenhas os risos de um novo medo&lt;br /&gt;Que o peito demonstra sem qualquer sossego&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que a culpa se foi&lt;br /&gt;Ficámos de pensar só depois&lt;br /&gt;Do erro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pouco nos resta fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Escondemos actos sem qualquer receio ou angustia&lt;br /&gt;Que nos prende a vontade de sentir&lt;br /&gt;O corpo com prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasgas-me a roupa sem qualquer pudor&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto buscas o ar pela boca&lt;br /&gt;Passeias o teu cheiro no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Por entre os braços misturo tudo&lt;br /&gt;Após o prazer ficaremos mudos&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Se é por uma noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito teu nome sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Como será o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho real&lt;br /&gt;Por uma noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-352340055529010711?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/352340055529010711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=352340055529010711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://mikesansone.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/02/headlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mikesansone.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/02/headlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zDywGGSk6p/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zDywGGSk6p/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/pedrojferreira/music/mKTdWv6O/eric_johnson_im_finding_you/"&gt;Im Finding You-Eric Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highways stretch into the night&lt;br /&gt;One way leading to your light&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I'm finding you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm finding you&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm finding you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got mystery inside&lt;br /&gt;For this silhouette of mine&lt;br /&gt;Soon when I find you, I will see&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I find you, waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm finding you&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm finding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highway stretch into the night&lt;br /&gt;One way leading to your light&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I'm finding you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm finding you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I will do right now&lt;br /&gt;Ill be finding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I will find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite enquanto percorria alguns kilometros algures na area do grande Porto a caminho de casa, o meu leitor de mp3 começou a tocar este belo tema do Eric Johnson e logo me ocorreu que quando chegasse a casa e me sentasse frente ao meu PC o iria "&lt;em&gt;postar&lt;/em&gt;" aqui no meu pequeno blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-2391454062221057062?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/2391454062221057062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=2391454062221057062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2391454062221057062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2391454062221057062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-finding-you-eric-johnson.html' title='I´m Finding You  Eric Johnson'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3999226795882603747</id><published>2008-06-17T05:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:47.817Z</updated><title type='text'>Fotos da Feist no Coliseu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SFc9EX64guI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SwXvG3wuSz0/s1600-h/DSC01482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SFc9EX64guI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SwXvG3wuSz0/s400/DSC01482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212702239054398178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SFc9EwxhMEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/doSKgAzpL6U/s1600-h/DSC01485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SFc9EwxhMEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/doSKgAzpL6U/s400/DSC01485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212702245726007362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SFc9E_LcjwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CKJyPkPRpnI/s1600-h/DSC01487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SFc9E_LcjwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CKJyPkPRpnI/s400/DSC01487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212702249592852226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá estão algumas das fotos tiradas por mim no concerto da menina Feist no passado dia 10 no concerto do Coliseu do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia de forma alguma deixar passar em branco a oportunidade de "postar" aqui algumas fotos da &lt;em&gt;performance&lt;/em&gt; da menina originária do Canada, pais o qual tem fornecido alguns excelentes compositores e autores ao longo dos anos e os quais por vezes tem tido bastante sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;As fotos poderiam ter ficado bem melhores, mas devido a minha (nossa) localização na sala do Coliseu foi o que de melhor se conseguiu.&lt;br /&gt;A grande parte das melhores memórias da noite ficaram registadas...quer com boas ou más fotos, pois o elemento principal é a música a qual pode ser vivida e experimentada visualmente, mas o que realmente nos fica retido na memória é tudo aquilo que nos entra pelos ouvidos, pelo menos uma parte significativa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SFc9EX64guI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SwXvG3wuSz0/s72-c/DSC01482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-8892471822476187944</id><published>2008-06-12T02:59:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T03:40:52.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feist Coliseu 10 de Junho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2jnIL2DO_Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2jnIL2DO_Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caros amigos e leitores, na passada terça feira dia 10 de Junho fui até ao emblemático coliseu do Porto para assistir a mais um concerto de entre vários a que já assisti naquela sala de espetaculos, o da canadiana Feist, artista esta que eu mal conhecia e recomendo a todos os leitores que sejam apreciadores de boa musica por vezes erradamente apelidada de "alternativa". È de notar que a ida a este concerto foi precedida de uma visita a outro local emblemático da nossa mui nobre e invicta urbe que é o Porto, já não visitava o famoso café Majestic há já bastante tempo e foi particularmente agradável não só graças ao local e a toda a mística dos distantes anos 20 e das personalidades que o frequentaram, também devo referir que eu estava muito bem acompanhado e como devem os leitores calcular não vou aqui citar nomes, mas a menina em causa sabe muito bem de quem é que eu estou a falar, mal seria se assim não fosse. O local estava calmo com musica suave e muito bem tocada ao piano, resumindo estava um óptimo ambiente para dar duas de letra com uma companhia muito agradável enquanto eu me perdia com o meu olhar naqueles bonitos olhos da pessoa sentada a minha frente, e por vezes perdia algumas das deixas importantes da conversa que estávamos a ter. e como não poderia deixar de ser lá veio a minha cabeça mais uma ligação com um qualquer tema musical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te então na baixa&lt;br /&gt;(sem nada que o justifique)&lt;br /&gt;Ali ficámos toda a tarde&lt;br /&gt;Nos sofás do magestic&lt;br /&gt;Falaste-me do mundo&lt;br /&gt;D' outras terras e lugares,&lt;br /&gt;Mostras-me perfumes&lt;br /&gt;De oceanos e mares.&lt;br /&gt;Ali sentado viajei,&lt;br /&gt;Ali para sempre quis ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo perto dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Os lábios quase a beijar.&lt;br /&gt;Falaste da cidade,&lt;br /&gt;Casas, ruas e pessoas&lt;br /&gt;E disseste sem vaidade... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: este tema não é da Miss Feist nem do Rui Veloso, mas também deve ser ouvido bem alto :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, depois deste pequeno aparte já quase me esquecia da menina Feist, a qual deu um belo espetaculo no Coliseu, praticamente casa cheia e o publico fez-lhe uma boa recepcçao que por vezes e quanto a mim um pouco demasiado entusiasta para os padrões normais do norte da Europa e Canada. &lt;br /&gt;Gostei e tendo em conta que fui também em boa parte por causa da companhia, fiquei cliente da Feist, das suas guitarras com um som do qual eu gosto muito, e dos músicos barbudos que a acompanhavam com aquelas barbas bem ao estilo dos pescadores de Bacalhau da Terra Nova...Resumindo foi um dia "quase" em cheio... graças a música,&lt;br /&gt;á minha cidade e acima de tudo graças á minha companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Espero repetir em breve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8892471822476187944?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/8892471822476187944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=8892471822476187944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8892471822476187944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8892471822476187944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/06/feist-coliseu-10-de-junho.html' title='Feist Coliseu 10 de Junho'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-2499953578949944208</id><published>2008-06-11T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:08:47.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feist -Intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUFg3QMblRQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUFg3QMblRQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives, what helps &lt;br /&gt;The Intuition &lt;br /&gt;I'll know, I'll know &lt;br /&gt;(Oh) I won't have to be shown &lt;br /&gt;The way home &lt;br /&gt;And it's not about a boy &lt;br /&gt;Although, although &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can lead you &lt;br /&gt;Hide or reveal too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A destination known &lt;br /&gt;Only by the one &lt;br /&gt;Whose fate is overgrown &lt;br /&gt;Piecemeal could break your home &lt;br /&gt;And have &lt;br /&gt;A love is not complete &lt;br /&gt;With only heat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can tease you &lt;br /&gt;Break or complete you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in came a heatwave &lt;br /&gt;A merciful save &lt;br /&gt;You choose, you chose &lt;br /&gt;Poetry over prose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A map is more unreal &lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Than where you've been &lt;br /&gt;Or how you feel &lt;br /&gt;And it's impossible to tell &lt;br /&gt;How important something was &lt;br /&gt;And what you might have missed out on &lt;br /&gt;And how it might have changed it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I, did I&lt;br /&gt;Did I, did I&lt;br /&gt;Did I, did I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-2499953578949944208?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/2499953578949944208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=2499953578949944208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2499953578949944208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2499953578949944208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/06/feist-intuition.html' title='Feist -Intuition'/><author><name>Pedro 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God's Gonna Cut You Down"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell that long tongue liar&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell that midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news&lt;br /&gt;My head's been wet with the midnight dew&lt;br /&gt;I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to me in the voice so sweet&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet&lt;br /&gt;He called my name and my heart stood still&lt;br /&gt;When he said, "John go do My will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell that long tongue liar&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell that midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand&lt;br /&gt;Workin' in the dark against your fellow man&lt;br /&gt;But as sure as God made black and white&lt;br /&gt;What's down in the dark will be brought to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell that long tongue liar&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell that midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8919730354047809742?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/8919730354047809742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=8919730354047809742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8919730354047809742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8919730354047809742'/><link 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWK-lUyoLkU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Waitress:] "Hello, you wanna cup of coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;[Customers:] "Heh, Turn that fucking juke box down&lt;br /&gt;You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here"&lt;br /&gt;[Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truck stops and hamburger joints&lt;br /&gt;In Cadillac limousines&lt;br /&gt;In the company of has-beens&lt;br /&gt;And bent-backs&lt;br /&gt;And sleeping forms on pavement steps&lt;br /&gt;In libraries and railway stations&lt;br /&gt;In books and banks&lt;br /&gt;In the pages of history&lt;br /&gt;In suicidal cavalry attacks&lt;br /&gt;I recognise...&lt;br /&gt;Myself in every stranger's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in wheelchairs by monuments&lt;br /&gt;Under tube trains and commuter accidents&lt;br /&gt;In council care and county courts&lt;br /&gt;At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts&lt;br /&gt;In drawing rooms and city morgues&lt;br /&gt;In award winning photographs&lt;br /&gt;Of life rafts on the China seas&lt;br /&gt;In transit camps, under arc lamps&lt;br /&gt;On unloading ramps&lt;br /&gt;In faces blurred by rubber stamps&lt;br /&gt;I recognise...&lt;br /&gt;Myself in every stranger's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, from where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon this hill&lt;br /&gt;I plundered from the pool&lt;br /&gt;I look around&lt;br /&gt;I search the skies&lt;br /&gt;I shade my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So nearly blind&lt;br /&gt;And I see signs of half remembered days&lt;br /&gt;I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways&lt;br /&gt;I recognise...&lt;br /&gt;The hope you kindle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's oh so easy now&lt;br /&gt;As we lie here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interferes, it's obvious&lt;br /&gt;How to beat the tears&lt;br /&gt;That threaten to snuff out&lt;br /&gt;The spark of our love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3375976024563925228?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3375976024563925228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3375976024563925228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3375976024563925228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3375976024563925228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/06/506-am-every-strangers-eyes.html' title='5.06 am (Every Stranger&apos;s Eyes)'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4562485196293289189</id><published>2008-06-03T06:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:10:51.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want from me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jM8sOqmM20g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jM8sOqmM20g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look around this room tonight&lt;br /&gt;Settle in your seat and dim the lights&lt;br /&gt;Do you want my blood, do you want my tears&lt;br /&gt;What do you want&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Should I sing until I cant sing any more&lt;br /&gt;Play these strings until my fingers are raw&lt;br /&gt;Youre so hard to please&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that I know something you dont know&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;If I dont promise you the answers would you go&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you&lt;br /&gt;Im not the one you need&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have anything you want&lt;br /&gt;You can drift, you can dream, even walk on water&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can own everything you see&lt;br /&gt;Sell your soul for complete control&lt;br /&gt;Is that really what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lose yourself this night&lt;br /&gt;See inside there is nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;Turn and face the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-4562485196293289189?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4562485196293289189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4562485196293289189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4562485196293289189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4562485196293289189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-do-you-want-from-me.html' title='What do you want from me?'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6675345768807529056</id><published>2008-05-31T04:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:07:31.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBe85UKa1GQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBe85UKa1GQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she moves&lt;br /&gt;Attracts me like no other lover&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she woos me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in her smile she knows&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need no other lover&lt;br /&gt;Something in her style that shows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me will my love grow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;You stick around now it may show&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to do is think of her&lt;br /&gt;Something in the things she shows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe her now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6675345768807529056?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6675345768807529056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6675345768807529056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6675345768807529056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6675345768807529056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/05/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7361968294308805090</id><published>2008-05-28T01:15:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:48.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SDyofTK1b8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bl6rcnWx8Ig/s1600-h/Portugal%2520de%2520noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205220525008580546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SDyofTK1b8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bl6rcnWx8Ig/s320/Portugal%2520de%2520noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, cá estou eu mais uma vez a escrever, neste momento são 1.20 da manha e o sono ainda não chegou e vou ouvindo umas musicas e aproveito para pensar um pouco e vou tentando escrever mais algumas palavras ao longo destas linhas...as vezes sabe bem vir até aqui falar, melhor dizendo, escrever acerca de certas coisas, claro que nem todas poderão ter muito interesse para os meus prezados leitores, mas é uma das formas que encontro para as deixar fluir para o mundo exterior... é também uma forma de passar o tempo e ajuda o sono a chegar, se bem que por vezes tem um efeito totalmente contrario.&lt;br /&gt; E assim se vai entrando por vezes mergulhado em pensamentos pela madrugada fora e frequentemente o passar do tempo durante a  noite passa despercebido até que chega a hora em que poderemos assistir ao nascer de mais um novo dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a espera continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;racing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; to come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;relative&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Shorter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7361968294308805090?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7361968294308805090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7361968294308805090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7361968294308805090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7361968294308805090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/05/mais-uma-noite.html' title='Mais uma noite'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SDyofTK1b8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bl6rcnWx8Ig/s72-c/Portugal%2520de%2520noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6467027178031008095</id><published>2008-05-27T05:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T05:08:55.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HURT  Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO9dbmJ_2zU&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/AO9dbmJ_2zU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;to see if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;I focus on the pain&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's real&lt;br /&gt;the needle tears a hole&lt;br /&gt;the old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;try to kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;but I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;and you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear this crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;upon my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stains of time&lt;br /&gt;the feelings disappear&lt;br /&gt;you are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;and you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could start again&lt;br /&gt;a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6190266021979104025</id><published>2008-05-27T03:48:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:48.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltei ao Blog...finalmente!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SDt9UzK1b6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iIqIcC28PAY/s1600-h/1195192227_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SDt9UzK1b6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iIqIcC28PAY/s320/1195192227_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204891590643249058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Caros amigos e amigas, finalmente regressei a este meu pequeno blog, pois de repente lembrei-me que ele existe e senti necessidade de cá vir escrever mais um disparate qualquer sem sentido, pelo menos para a maioria dos leitores que perdem algum do seu precioso tempo a ler estas baboseiras que por vezes escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;Não há grandes novidades...tudo quase como dantes, aparecem novas amizades e conhecimentos mas por vezes chega a solidão e alguma da nostalgia de tempos idos e de actividades passadas. Mas os objectivos, esses ainda são os mesmos, pois há certas coisas que não mudam e das quais eu não me consigo afastar, apesar de certas mudanças ou alterações de planos há certas coisas das quais não me consigo afastar; quer sejam gostos, pessoas(e são poucas as que me marcam) e claro as músicas e a omnipresença dos Blues e suas variantes. A sensação de inssatisfaçao por vezes faz-se sentir pois as minhas mãos ao darem uso as guitarras nem sempre conseguem transmitir para as cordas da guitarra muitas das coisas que gostava de por cá fora pois como alguns dos leitores sabem não sou muito do género de exprimir sentimentos por palavras, não sei se será uma vantagem ou não a ausençia de tal capacidade...mas existem certas situações em que eu gostava de o conseguir verbalizar com muita mais facilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lost For Words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spending my time in the doldrums&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in the cauldron of hate&lt;br /&gt;I felt persecuted and paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;I thought that everything else would just wait&lt;br /&gt;While you are wasting your time on your enemies&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed in a fever of spite&lt;br /&gt;Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades&lt;br /&gt;Like shadows into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To martyr yourself to caution&lt;br /&gt;Is not going to help at all&lt;br /&gt;Because there'll be no safety in numbers&lt;br /&gt;When the Right One walks out of the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see your days blighted by darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a world of isolation&lt;br /&gt;While ivy grows over the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I open my door to my enemies&lt;br /&gt;And I ask could we wipe the slate clean&lt;br /&gt;But they tell me to please go fuck myself&lt;br /&gt;You know you just can't win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6190266021979104025?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6190266021979104025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SDt9UzK1b6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iIqIcC28PAY/s72-c/1195192227_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4015635409681395496</id><published>2008-03-14T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:52:12.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Blind Willie Johnson Trouble Soon be Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7R8RuOagzck&amp;rel=0&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/7R8RuOagzck&amp;rel=0&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/628064120654769145-4015635409681395496?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4015635409681395496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4015635409681395496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4015635409681395496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4015635409681395496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/03/blind-willie-johnson-trouble-soon-be.html' title='Blind Willie Johnson Trouble Soon be Over'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6197130145458463625</id><published>2008-02-28T23:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:36:43.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Isn`t it a Pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/En9t3QSe234"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/En9t3QSe234" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a pity&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't it a shame&lt;br /&gt;How we break each other's hearts&lt;br /&gt;And cause each other pain&lt;br /&gt;How we take each other's love&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking anymore&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to give back&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things take so long&lt;br /&gt;But how do I explain&lt;br /&gt;When not too many people&lt;br /&gt;Can see we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;And because of all their tears&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes can't hope to see&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that surrounds them&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a pity&lt;br /&gt;Isn't is a shame&lt;br /&gt;How we break each other's hearts&lt;br /&gt;And cause each other pain&lt;br /&gt;How we take each other's love&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking anymore&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to give back&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to give back&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a pity&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to give back&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't it a pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pity&lt;br /&gt;What a pity, pity, pity&lt;br /&gt;What a pity&lt;br /&gt;What a pity, pity, pity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6197130145458463625?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6197130145458463625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6197130145458463625' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6197130145458463625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6197130145458463625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/02/isnt-it-pity.html' title='Isn`t it a Pity'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7802703362065606489</id><published>2008-02-28T00:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:39:13.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Luther Allison - Cherry Red Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfUxaEVP9N8&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/rfUxaEVP9N8&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;Watching you baby, watching you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Watching you, watching you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Watching you destroy yourself, all you do is sit around drinking wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worry me baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here wondering, wondering what in the world can I do&lt;br /&gt;You're worrying me, you're worrying me baby&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here wondering, what in the world can I do&lt;br /&gt;We've got so much to live for baby&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do nothing but sit here, and watch that wine destroy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's wrong baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking you to the doctor darling&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the doctor knows, what's going on in your head&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the doctor can help me baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he knows, what's going on in your head&lt;br /&gt;You see you're gonna keep on drinking that bad wine baby&lt;br /&gt;Even the glass that grows on your grave will be cherry red&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7802703362065606489?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7802703362065606489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7802703362065606489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7802703362065606489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7802703362065606489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/02/luther-allison-cherry-red-wine.html' title='Luther Allison - Cherry Red Wine'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-2202303618029778102</id><published>2008-02-28T00:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:13:29.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback - Rockstar (Official Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK4niyFhERs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK4niyFhERs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rockstar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with standing in line&lt;br /&gt;To clubs we'll never get in&lt;br /&gt;It's like the bottom of the ninth&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna win&lt;br /&gt;This life hasn't turned out&lt;br /&gt;Quite the way I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me what you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a brand new house&lt;br /&gt;On an episode of Cribs&lt;br /&gt;And a bathroom I can play baseball in&lt;br /&gt;And a king size tub big enough&lt;br /&gt;For ten plus me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So what you need?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a credit card that's got no limit&lt;br /&gt;And a big black jet with a bedroom in it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the mile high club&lt;br /&gt;At thirty-seven thousand feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Been there, done that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new tour bus full of old guitars&lt;br /&gt;My own star on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Cher and&lt;br /&gt;James Dean is fine for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So how you gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels&lt;br /&gt;Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes&lt;br /&gt;Sign a couple autographs&lt;br /&gt;So I can eat my meals for free&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dress my ass&lt;br /&gt;With the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion&lt;br /&gt;Gonna date a centerfold that loves to&lt;br /&gt;Blow my money for me&lt;br /&gt;(So how you gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing those songs&lt;br /&gt;That offend the censors&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs&lt;br /&gt;lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-2202303618029778102?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/2202303618029778102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=2202303618029778102' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R7xCehrO2OI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V9XMXHbFOU8/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169079564517693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R7xCehrO2OI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V9XMXHbFOU8/s320/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you distrust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you buy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beg, borrow or steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everyone you meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that you slight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everyone you fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All thats to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everything under the sun is in tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-4467262284471060934?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4467262284471060934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4467262284471060934' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4467262284471060934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4467262284471060934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/02/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R7xCehrO2OI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V9XMXHbFOU8/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-9158273533769016377</id><published>2008-02-13T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:34:01.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSxoKQ_sWYY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSxoKQ_sWYY&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;Under your spell again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up sweet decadence.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Pour real life down on me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough for you to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take care what you ask of me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que acham desta voz??? não sou assim grande fã dos Evanescence, mas tenho de lhes reconhecer todo o mérito...pois este tema está interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-9158273533769016377?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/9158273533769016377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=9158273533769016377' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/9158273533769016377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/9158273533769016377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-enough.html' title='Good Enough'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-8901203397081752183</id><published>2008-02-12T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:49.142Z</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE I FLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R7G1HBrO2LI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_-iDOkykS9M/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166109379884144818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R7G1HBrO2LI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_-iDOkykS9M/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I fly&lt;br /&gt;I laugh more than other men&lt;br /&gt;I look up an see more than they,&lt;br /&gt;I know how the clouds feel,&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to have the blue in my lap,&lt;br /&gt;to look down on birds,&lt;br /&gt;to feel freedom in a thing called the stick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who but I can slice between God's billowed legs,&lt;br /&gt;and feel then laugh and crash with His step&lt;br /&gt;Who else has seen the unclimbed peaks?&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow's secret?&lt;br /&gt;The real reason birds sing?&lt;br /&gt;Because I Fly,&lt;br /&gt;I envy no man on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8901203397081752183?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R7G1HBrO2LI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_-iDOkykS9M/s72-c/IMG_2084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7019369435641775723</id><published>2008-01-31T13:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:49.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Ezequiel 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R6HVztEzbUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zWvQlKGJGyE/s1600-h/300px-F16PilotNationalGuard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161641732193086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R6HVztEzbUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zWvQlKGJGyE/s320/300px-F16PilotNationalGuard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E por cima do firmamento, que estava por cima das suas cabeças, havia algo semelhante a um trono que parecia de pedra de safira; e sobre esta espécie de trono havia uma figura semelhante à de um homem, na parte de cima, sobre ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ezequiel 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7019369435641775723?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7019369435641775723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7019369435641775723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7019369435641775723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7019369435641775723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/01/ezequiel-1.html' title='Ezequiel 1'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R6HVztEzbUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zWvQlKGJGyE/s72-c/300px-F16PilotNationalGuard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-8831000150580933793</id><published>2008-01-28T03:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:49.438Z</updated><title type='text'>No more lonely nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R51RjNEzbTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gGl_7wU3pkw/s1600-h/coyote_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R51RjNEzbTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gGl_7wU3pkw/s320/coyote_moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160370413283536178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait another day until I call you&lt;br /&gt;Youve only got my heart on a string and everything a flutter&lt;br /&gt;But another lonley night (and another, and another)&lt;br /&gt;Might take forever(and another, and another)&lt;br /&gt;Weve only got each other to blame&lt;br /&gt;Its all the same to me love&lt;br /&gt;cause I know what I feel to be right&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Youre my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Day or night Im always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I never miss the thrill of being near you&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;To turn your tears to laughter&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I feel to be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Never be another&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Youre my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Day or night Im always there&lt;br /&gt;And I wont go away until you tell me so&lt;br /&gt;No Ill never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know what I feel to be right&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Never be another&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Youre my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Day or night Im always there&lt;br /&gt;And I wont go away until you tell me so&lt;br /&gt;No Ill never go away&lt;br /&gt;I wont go away until you tell me so&lt;br /&gt;No Ill never go away&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely nights, no no ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8831000150580933793?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/8831000150580933793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=8831000150580933793' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8831000150580933793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8831000150580933793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376166663371&amp;amp;site=widget-cb.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166663371&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p1/288230376166663371/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166663371&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p2/288230376166663371/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mais um voo, desta vez fui acompanhado com amigos numa bela tarde de Domingo para curtir uma bonita tarde de Inverno. Nada de turbulências nem má visibilidade, estava a tarde perfeita e também tivemos direito a um belo por-do-sol para finalizar. Eu adorei e pelos sorrisos estampados nas caras dos passageiros tudo me indica que também eles saíram muito satisfeitos.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Foi uma tarde em grande, e por mim será para repetir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Amigos: Filipa, Bruno e Marlene (fotos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-5268861941361362876?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/5268861941361362876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=5268861941361362876' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5268861941361362876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5268861941361362876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/01/voo-com-amigos.html' title='Voo com amigos'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1524918782313596442</id><published>2008-01-14T03:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:49.888Z</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro voo de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R4rUz8av5xI/AAAAAAAAANs/LdLVEqcyxcQ/s1600-h/DSC_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155166712335689490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R4rUz8av5xI/AAAAAAAAANs/LdLVEqcyxcQ/s320/DSC_1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R4rU18av5yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YXlmcK8xops/s1600-h/DSC_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155166746695427874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R4rU18av5yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YXlmcK8xops/s320/DSC_1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R4rU28av5zI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UY8JhbiEED8/s1600-h/DSC_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155166763875297074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R4rU28av5zI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UY8JhbiEED8/s320/DSC_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois voltei a &lt;em&gt;postar&lt;/em&gt; aqui qualquer coisa, já tinha saudades e como surgiu motivo aqui está...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi um telefonema para ir a S. Jacinto dar mais uns baptismos de voo no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt; e lá fui eu mais uma vez, aproveitei e levei um amigo o qual tirou umas fotos interessantes da actividade no aeródromo no passado sábado. Foi o meu primeiro voo no novo ano de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem das fotos :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos: José Loureiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1524918782313596442?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1524918782313596442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1524918782313596442' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1524918782313596442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1524918782313596442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2008/01/primeiro-voo-de-2008.html' title='Primeiro voo de 2008'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R4rUz8av5xI/AAAAAAAAANs/LdLVEqcyxcQ/s72-c/DSC_1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3825060069228137222</id><published>2007-12-23T11:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:50.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R25DsMav5tI/AAAAAAAAANM/Y6NvEX8fw8I/s1600-h/Christmas_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147125850657777362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R25DsMav5tI/AAAAAAAAANM/Y6NvEX8fw8I/s320/Christmas_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos quase a chegar ao Natal  por essa razão eu deixo aqui a todos os leitores deste meu pequeno Blog os votos de boas festas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos ou abraços conforme o caso :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3825060069228137222?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3825060069228137222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3825060069228137222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3825060069228137222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3825060069228137222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R25DsMav5tI/AAAAAAAAANM/Y6NvEX8fw8I/s72-c/Christmas_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4140795385201207160</id><published>2007-12-16T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:50.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo Avião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2U1P8av5rI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mKbxE0f0bOY/s1600-h/DSCN9439v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144576697373288114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2U1P8av5rI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mKbxE0f0bOY/s320/DSCN9439v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2U1Qcav5sI/AAAAAAAAANE/VwJRugVyj3Q/s1600-h/DSCN9443v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144576705963222722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2U1Qcav5sI/AAAAAAAAANE/VwJRugVyj3Q/s320/DSCN9443v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finalmente chegou o novo avião do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aeroclube&lt;/span&gt; de Aveiro...custou..mas veio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cessna&lt;/span&gt; 152 II com 125 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hp&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui estão as fotos tiradas hoje após o meu primeiro voo nesta máquina agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-4140795385201207160?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4140795385201207160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4140795385201207160' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4140795385201207160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4140795385201207160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/12/novo-avio.html' title='Novo Avião'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2U1P8av5rI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mKbxE0f0bOY/s72-c/DSCN9439v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-717255752185713049</id><published>2007-12-15T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:33:26.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Zero G experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SN77b9DqEbc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SN77b9DqEbc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixo-vos aqui mais um video engracado...do you tube :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-717255752185713049?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/717255752185713049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=717255752185713049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/717255752185713049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/717255752185713049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/12/zero-g-experience.html' title='Zero G experience'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1811515924805749342</id><published>2007-12-14T03:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:50.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Voo Nocturno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2IH6HDiwRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gvYIDkcW3mc/s1600-h/8484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2IH6HDiwRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gvYIDkcW3mc/s320/8484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143682419318243602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já não vejo o sol&lt;br /&gt;nem seu reflexo lunar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levo as asas nos bolsos&lt;br /&gt;e o coração a planar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste voo nocturno &lt;br /&gt;nao sei onde vou aterrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto as nuvens nos meus pulsos&lt;br /&gt;e o leme sempre a consentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sao sempre os mesmos ossos que eu insisto em partir&lt;br /&gt;neste voo nocturno só quero mesmo resistir (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste voo nocturno sou mais leve do que o ar&lt;br /&gt;neste voo nocturno nao sei onde vou acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em baixo há manchas no canal&lt;br /&gt;mas eu nao as quero ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o aeroplano está frio&lt;br /&gt;e as helices a ferver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o nariz do avião &lt;br /&gt;só obedece a quem quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora nao existe nada&lt;br /&gt;o meu motor ou ralenti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou revendo em surdina&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que eu vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste voo nocturno&lt;br /&gt;a madrugada veem ai (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste voo nocturno sou mais leve do que o ar&lt;br /&gt;neste voo nocturno nao sei onde vou acordar (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Palma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1811515924805749342?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1811515924805749342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1811515924805749342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1811515924805749342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1811515924805749342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/12/voo-nocturno.html' title='Voo Nocturno'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R2IH6HDiwRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gvYIDkcW3mc/s72-c/8484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3534815613966037526</id><published>2007-12-08T19:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:50.470Z</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon  27 anos depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R1rx_4RWXvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LraB6v_XIPA/s1600-h/john_lennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141688004336049906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R1rx_4RWXvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LraB6v_XIPA/s320/john_lennon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;John Winston Lennon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;9 de Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; de 1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;8 de Dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; de 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3534815613966037526?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3534815613966037526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3534815613966037526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3534815613966037526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3534815613966037526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/12/john-winston-lennon-9-de-outubro-de.html' title='John Lennon  27 anos depois'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R1rx_4RWXvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LraB6v_XIPA/s72-c/john_lennon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1712360892361771917</id><published>2007-11-28T02:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:50.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Things which do you no good in aviation:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0zRzx1ushI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F6984WVcEn0/s1600-h/SNV30729_sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137711962405122578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0zRzx1ushI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F6984WVcEn0/s400/SNV30729_sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Things which do you no good in aviation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-Altitude above you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Runway behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3-Fuel in the truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4-A navigator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5-Half a second ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6-Approach plates in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7-The airspeed you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1712360892361771917?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1712360892361771917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1712360892361771917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1712360892361771917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1712360892361771917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/viper-again.html' title='Things which do you no good in aviation:'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0zRzx1ushI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F6984WVcEn0/s72-c/SNV30729_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3174328153815930085</id><published>2007-11-26T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:50.833Z</updated><title type='text'>OH BY THE WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0rw2R1usgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/v4ZrDXWIdxs/s1600-h/8image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137183140261835266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0rw2R1usgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/v4ZrDXWIdxs/s320/8image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0rwgx1usfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zwj8MD3JVBg/s1600-h/7image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137182770894647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0rwgx1usfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zwj8MD3JVBg/s320/7image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40th Anniversary year of Pink Floyd ends with a typical flourish – the release of OH BY THE WAY, a spectacular limited edition box set which contains, for the first time ever, the band's 14 studio albums. These classic albums are presented in mini vinyl wallets with all the original extras also miniaturised. Floyd's longtime design wizard, Storm Thorgerson, has designed a sumptuous box, as well as miniaturising the original sleeve artwork.&lt;br /&gt;OH BY THE WAY will be released by EMI Records on Monday 10th December 2007, and the next day in the United States.This unique box set is the first time in Pink Floyd's incomparable history that all of their standard studio albums have been packaged together and made available as a set. In addition to the albums and their extras the set comes with a specially designed 40th Anniversary Storm Thorgerson fabric poster featuring 40 Floyd images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BY THE WAY contains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN (Single wallet) – August 1967&lt;br /&gt;A SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS (Single wallet) – July 1968&lt;br /&gt;MORE (Single wallet) – June 1969&lt;br /&gt;UMMAGUMMA (Gatefold 2 discs) – November 1969&lt;br /&gt;ATOM HEART MOTHER (Gatefold) – October 1970&lt;br /&gt;MEDDLE (Gatefold) – November 1971&lt;br /&gt;OBSCURED BY CLOUDS (Single wallet, rounded corners) – June 1972&lt;br /&gt;THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON (Gatefold + 2 posters + 2 stickers) – March 1973&lt;br /&gt;WISH YOU WERE HERE (Single + liner + postcard + black shrinkwrap) – September 1975&lt;br /&gt;ANIMALS (Gatefold) – February 1977&lt;br /&gt;THE WALL (Gatefold 2 discs) – December 1979&lt;br /&gt;THE FINAL CUT (Single wallet) – April 1983&lt;br /&gt;A MOMENTARY LAPSE OF REASON (Gatefold) – September 1987&lt;br /&gt;THE DIVISION BELL (Gatefold) – April 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these 14 Pink Floyd albums regularly appear in the 'Greatest' lists of all time. They represent a body of artistic work which captured the imagination of fans across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BY THE WAY will be a must for the legion of Pink Floyd fans worldwide, who will note the careful reproduction of the original classic labels. The box set will no doubt be figuring high on the Christmas wish list of many of the new generation of Floyd fans, as the band's musical legacy continues to exert a powerful appeal some 40 years after it played its first notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3174328153815930085?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3174328153815930085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3174328153815930085' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3174328153815930085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3174328153815930085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-by-way.html' title='OH BY THE WAY'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/R0rw2R1usgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/v4ZrDXWIdxs/s72-c/8image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1037981997154003920</id><published>2007-11-12T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:50.973Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be lonely tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rzg2zwg9LoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YOgtEgfMI10/s1600-h/Dont_Let_Me_Be_Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131912038213037698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rzg2zwg9LoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YOgtEgfMI10/s320/Dont_Let_Me_Be_Lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do me wrong, do me right,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lies but hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;Save your goodbyes for the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;But don't let me be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye and say hello,&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough good to see you, but it's time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Don't say yes but please don't say no,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away then, damn you,&lt;br /&gt;Go on and do as you please,&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gonna see me gettin' down on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I'm undecided, and your heart's been divided,&lt;br /&gt;You've been turning my world upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me wrong, do me right (right now baby),&lt;br /&gt;Go on and tell me lies but hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;Save your goodbyes for the morning light (morninglight),&lt;br /&gt;But don't let me be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, I don't want to be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lonely tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1037981997154003920?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1037981997154003920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1037981997154003920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1037981997154003920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1037981997154003920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-want-to-be-lonely-tonight.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be lonely tonight.'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rzg2zwg9LoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YOgtEgfMI10/s72-c/Dont_Let_Me_Be_Lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7876267362085499297</id><published>2007-11-09T06:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:51.101Z</updated><title type='text'>Gostava de conhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzQMIQg9LnI/AAAAAAAAAME/I2piUK5Diig/s1600-h/colagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130739211493518962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzQMIQg9LnI/AAAAAAAAAME/I2piUK5Diig/s400/colagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzQL7wg9LmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BhckDQxJUAo/s1600-h/colagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir Paul MacCartney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neil Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roger Waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catherine Bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Gilmour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth Hurley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jewel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mafalda Arnault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric Clapton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BB King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheryll Crow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean Connery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate Hudson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonia Araújo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caterinne Zeta Jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helena Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark Knopfler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;há mais gente por aí...mas estes foram os primeiros e primeiras que me vieram á cabeça :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7876267362085499297?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7876267362085499297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7876267362085499297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7876267362085499297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7876267362085499297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/gostava-de-conhecer.html' title='Gostava de conhecer'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzQMIQg9LnI/AAAAAAAAAME/I2piUK5Diig/s72-c/colagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6688215219134632634</id><published>2007-11-07T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:51.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzJXIwg9LlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_iMpBlmDLec/s1600-h/bsb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzJXIwg9LlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_iMpBlmDLec/s400/bsb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130258733502115410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;of the darkest night.&lt;br /&gt;It's a million miles&lt;br /&gt;from the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got those midnight blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shadows fall,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the night closing in.&lt;br /&gt;There must be some reason&lt;br /&gt;for this mood I'm getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got those midnight blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening after sundown,&lt;br /&gt;as the light begins to fade.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so low, but I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;why these blues won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening after sundown,&lt;br /&gt;as the light begins to fade.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so low, but I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;why these blues won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;of the darkest night.&lt;br /&gt;It's a million miles&lt;br /&gt;to the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got those midnight blues.&lt;br /&gt;I've got those midnight blues.&lt;br /&gt;I've got those midnight blues.&lt;br /&gt;I've got those midnight blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6688215219134632634?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6688215219134632634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6688215219134632634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6688215219134632634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6688215219134632634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/midnight-blues.html' title='Midnight Blues'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzJXIwg9LlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_iMpBlmDLec/s72-c/bsb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-8282622223394617966</id><published>2007-11-07T09:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:51.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Kill to get crimson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiMcHJrTRAw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiMcHJrTRAw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apesar de o início do processo de aproximação ao universo folk americano ter começado ainda no último disco dos Dire Straits, e no seu percurso a solo Mark Knopfler ter assinado discos com Chet Atkins ou Notting Hillbillies, a verdade é que a critica nunca o levou muito a sério nas suas intenções de ser um músico mais integrado nas raízes americanas do que britânicas.&lt;br /&gt;Desde 1996, ano da edição de «Golden Heart», Mark Knopfler gravou 4 discos a solo. Todos no mesmo registo, mas sempre longe da atenção do grande público. No entanto, se juntasse o melhor de cada álbum poderia apresentar um resultado digno dos grandes interpretes do género.&lt;br /&gt;Há um ano, realiza um sonho antigo de gravar um disco com a senhora Emmylou Harris. Com tão ilustre companhia, tudo muda na carreira de Knopfler e desta vez centra atenções, e elogios. O disco «All The Roadrunning» chega, inclusivamente, às tabelas de vendas dos países mais importantes. A parceria resulta tão bem que é editado um disco ao vivo da digressão de Knopfler e Harris, Real Live Roadrunning.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que chegou para que Mark Knopfler passasse a ser visto com a atenção que merece e, finalmente, a imprensa percebe que há alguém para lá da figura de fita da cabeça dos anos 80 que vale a pena descobrir no contexto mais folk americano e britânico.&lt;br /&gt;Este «Kill To Get Crimson» é um excelente sucessor de «Shangri-la» (2004), e reúne uma dúzia de belas canções. A voz grave de Knopfler assenta na perfeição em canções superiormente produzidas onde as cordas predominam, mas onde há espaço para sopros, teclas, e até acordeão (oiça-se «Secondary Waltz»), tudo harmonicamente melodioso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o melhor que encontramos é «Pubish The Monkey», que resume na perfeição o que é Mark Knopfler em 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Não é por acaso que este disco está a gerar consenso na imprensa britânica e americana, depois da colaboração com Emmylou Harris o disco a solo de Mark chega a receber nota 4 tanto na Uncut como na Rolling Stone.&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecimento mais do que merecido para mais um belo disco de Mark Knopfler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;João Gonçalves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzGDt-iaEEI/AAAAAAAAALM/6w3K0g9c_oA/s1600-h/KillToGetCrimsonCover.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já ouvi e gostei muito deste ultimo álbum, pois tem a sonoridade característica dos discos do Mark...para já não falar das guitarras "finger picking" pela qual ele é tão bem conhecido. Aproveito também para deixar um alerta aos fãs dos Dire Straits (eu sou um deles)... Este álbum não tem muito a ver com os trabalhos dos Dire Straits nos anos 80. Mas vale sempre a pena ouvir as guitarras com um som muito característico do Mark Knopfler, pois essas continuam lá bem presentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzGHM-iaEFI/AAAAAAAAALU/fafJwLz_-Bg/s1600-h/KillToGetCrimsonCover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzGHM-iaEFI/AAAAAAAAALU/fafJwLz_-Bg/s400/KillToGetCrimsonCover.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130030107567198290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8282622223394617966?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/8282622223394617966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=8282622223394617966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8282622223394617966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8282622223394617966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/kill-to-get-crimson.html' title='Kill to get crimson'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzGHM-iaEFI/AAAAAAAAALU/fafJwLz_-Bg/s72-c/KillToGetCrimsonCover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6989565676616647941</id><published>2007-11-06T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:51.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai ai mau maria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzCGMeiaEDI/AAAAAAAAALE/qT9QlHnfQyI/s1600-h/51472056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129747524488925234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzCGMeiaEDI/AAAAAAAAALE/qT9QlHnfQyI/s400/51472056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ai ai ai mau maria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David para onde estás tu a olhar?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem por teres a Polly ao teu lado pá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um homem casado e com filhos... devias ter vergonha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shame on you...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6989565676616647941?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6989565676616647941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6989565676616647941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6989565676616647941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6989565676616647941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/ai-ai-ai-mau-maria.html' title='Ai ai ai mau maria...'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RzCGMeiaEDI/AAAAAAAAALE/qT9QlHnfQyI/s72-c/51472056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7937931684636080119</id><published>2007-11-05T07:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:51.917Z</updated><title type='text'>F16 no Báltico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry7HIuiaEAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pTSA8b_ouzA/s1600-h/simbolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129255978366799874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry7HIuiaEAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pTSA8b_ouzA/s320/simbolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pois é caros amigos e amigas...já quase que passou uma semana desde que alguns dos F16 da nossa força aérea descolaram da pista de Monte Real (BA5) em direcção ao Báltico para mais uma missão operacional de grande importância. Missão essa que ainda vai durar mais uns tempos e estou certo que no final se vai revelar um verdadeiro sucesso...apesar das baixas temperaturas lá por aquelas bandas...e como não sei muito mais do que por lá se vai passando aqui fica um pequeno texto do site do EMFA dedicado a esta missão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emfa.pt/baltics/index.php?lang=pt&amp;amp;pag=1"&gt;http://www.emfa.pt/baltics/index.php?lang=pt&amp;amp;pag=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGORA É A SÉRIO &lt;/strong&gt;(outra vez)!&lt;br /&gt;Missão na Lituânia será um teste ao treino, equipamento, capacidade de projecção de força e operação em climas frios.&lt;br /&gt;A Força Aérea Portuguesa irá assumir o “Policiamento Aéreo” dos três Países Bálticos entre Novembro e Dezembro de 2007. Esta exigente missão, longe de ser um exercício, irá colocar à prova o Poder Aéreo Luso, testando as suas capacidades de mobilidade, sobrevivência, penetração, flexibilidade e prontidão&lt;br /&gt;A Missão “BALTICS AIR POLICING 07”, que a Força Aérea Portuguesa irá cumprir no norte da Europa, é uma operação de Defesa Aérea da NATO, dedicada a zelar pela guarda, vigilância e soberania do espaço aéreo dos três países Bálticos – Lituânia, Letónia e Estónia. Esta missão será cumprida através da execução de missões de “policiamento aéreo”, de forma a obter e manter a integridade do espaço aéreo Aliado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry7IJuiaEBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5PlZKivFES8/s1600-h/sv072007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129257095058296850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry7IJuiaEBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5PlZKivFES8/s320/sv072007l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            F16 n&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a Base Aérea de Siauliai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7937931684636080119?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7937931684636080119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7937931684636080119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7937931684636080119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7937931684636080119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/f16-no-bltico.html' title='F16 no Báltico'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry7HIuiaEAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pTSA8b_ouzA/s72-c/simbolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3739313272915614062</id><published>2007-11-05T02:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:52.088Z</updated><title type='text'>De regresso a Tires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry6ENuiaD_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ADumtbEPfas/s1600-h/tires1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129182396987084786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry6ENuiaD_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ADumtbEPfas/s320/tires1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, cá estou eu de regresso a Tires para mais uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;semanita&lt;/span&gt; na minha base operacional por latitudes a sul do paralelo 40N. Cheguei cá abaixo á coisa de 45 minutos e o meu ETA* falhou por pouco, qualquer coisa como 15 minutos. Cheguei a casa eram exactamente 0200 (&lt;em&gt;Zulu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) e estava a estimar as 0215, provavelmente deve ter sido devido ao vento de cauda que apanhei na zona da Nazaré.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aproveitei a viagem para pensar em certas coisas que me preocupam e ouvir como de costume os temas que tenho no meu leitor MP3, uns mais recentes e outros bem mais antigos os quais não me farto de ouvir. Como sabem a musica é uma das melhores companhias em viagem e ajudam os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kilometros&lt;/span&gt; a passarem um pouco mais rápido, porque mesmo com o tal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ventito&lt;/span&gt; de cauda a viagem a solo começa a "fartar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ETA &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Estimated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3739313272915614062?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3739313272915614062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3739313272915614062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3739313272915614062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3739313272915614062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-regresso-tires.html' title='De regresso a Tires'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ry6ENuiaD_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ADumtbEPfas/s72-c/tires1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-588065787922093837</id><published>2007-11-03T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:53:42.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Pigs part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YWRQ0D7iw6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YWRQ0D7iw6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem pessoal aqui está mais um musiquita gravada por mim em minha casa no tal estudiozito do qual já vos falei num post anterior.... provavelmente pode ser bastante familiar para alguns de vocês, pois eu em tempos gravei um outro tema (PIGS part1) muito parecido com este que tem como nome Pigs Part 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Espero que o ouçam e acima de tudo que gostem pois deu-me algum trabalho a gravar, pelo menos algumas das pessoas que apreciam o trabalho original dos Pink Floyd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What happens to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know that you care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I don't feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of the weight of the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I’ve found somewhere safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To bury my bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And any fool knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dog needs a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A shelter from pigs on the wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-588065787922093837?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/588065787922093837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=588065787922093837' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/588065787922093837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/588065787922093837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/pigs-part-2.html' title='Pigs part 2'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3214691286461955513</id><published>2007-11-03T06:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T07:10:27.583Z</updated><title type='text'>What God Wants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1qmOGAaI7c&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1qmOGAaI7c&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;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;God help us all&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;The kid in the corner looked to the priest&lt;br /&gt;And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar&lt;br /&gt;The priest said&lt;br /&gt;God wants goodness&lt;br /&gt;God wants light&lt;br /&gt;God wants mayhem&lt;br /&gt;God wants a clean fight&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't look so surprised It's only dogma&lt;br /&gt;The alien prophet cried&lt;br /&gt;The beetle and the springbok&lt;br /&gt;Took the bible from its hook&lt;br /&gt;The monkey in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Wrote the lesson in his book&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us all&lt;br /&gt;God wants peace&lt;br /&gt;God wants war&lt;br /&gt;God wants famine&lt;br /&gt;God wants chain stores&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants sedition&lt;br /&gt;God wants sex&lt;br /&gt;God wants freedom&lt;br /&gt;God wants semtex&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so afraid I'm only joking&lt;br /&gt;The alien comic lied&lt;br /&gt;The jackass and hyena&lt;br /&gt;Took the feather from its hook&lt;br /&gt;The monkey in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Wrote the joke down in his book&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants boarders&lt;br /&gt;God wants crack&lt;br /&gt;God wants rainfall&lt;br /&gt;God wants wetbacks&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants voodoo&lt;br /&gt;God wants shrines&lt;br /&gt;God wants law&lt;br /&gt;God wants organised crime&lt;br /&gt;God wants crusade&lt;br /&gt;God wants jihad&lt;br /&gt;God wants good&lt;br /&gt;God wants bad&lt;br /&gt;What God wants God gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é muito mencionado nesta música e no resto do álbum &lt;em&gt;Amused to Death&lt;/em&gt;, mas claramente este tema de Waters nada tem a ver com religião, mas sim com a banalização e o uso desmedido da palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Roger Waters critica o facto de que hoje em dia o nome Deus é usado em vão, como desculpa para tudo e mais alguma coisa. Os governos entram nas guerras em nome de Deus, fazem uma 'guerra limpa' em nome de Deus, e assim declaram que Deus está do seu lado. O pastor recolhe dinheiro em nome de Deus. Quantas cruzadas e guerras santas foram promovidas em nome de Deus (&lt;em&gt;jihad&lt;/em&gt; por exemplo). Afinal, está Deus do lado de quem? provomove a guerra? E de qual lado, dos dois? Ao dizer que Deus está do seu lado, um líder parece querer dar legitimidade e conseguir apoio necesário para as suas causas, não importa qual seja o objectivo, quando na verdade é tudo uma grande demagogia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale bem a pena ouvir este album de Roger Waters Amused to Death , não só pela qualidade musical e tambem pelas menssagens que contem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3214691286461955513?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3214691286461955513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3214691286461955513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3214691286461955513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3214691286461955513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-god-wants_03.html' title='What God Wants?'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6711288639874827894</id><published>2007-11-01T05:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:52.490Z</updated><title type='text'>O verdadeiro Pilotaço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyliU-iaD-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PXqcxqShLgI/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127737763262238690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyliU-iaD-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PXqcxqShLgI/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O verdadeiro pilotaço é aquele tipo de pessoa que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Usa um blusão de piloto, aqueles do estilo MA1 ou G2 os quais podem ser de     várias cores, desde o verde militar até as várias tonalidades de couro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Usa  relógios de marcas estranhas e sempre analógico, não quer nada de reloginhos com mostradores digitais. E em casos mais extremos estão acertados com a hora Zulu (UTC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Usa um porta-chaves normalmente de cor vermelha com a inscrição:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Remove before flight&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Normalmente tem no vidro traseiro do carro um autocolante com a inscrição:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Pilot on board&lt;/em&gt; ou qualquer outra coisa parecida.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5-Usa um tipo de vocabulário próprio, algumas das expressões mais frequentes são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Afirmativo, negativo, cartas, Zulu, &lt;em&gt;Briefing,&lt;/em&gt; trapezanal, entre muitas outras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Nunca usa as expressões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Levantar voo,  pousar, mapas, ventoinha quando se refere as hélices das aeronaves,  entre muitas outras as quais agora não me lembro, mas há imensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Nunca diz que está perdido, diz sempre que está incerto em relação a sua localização geográfica ou que perdeu a sua &lt;em&gt;situational awareness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8-&lt;/em&gt; Nunca diz que tem medo, em vez disso  prefere dizer que tem respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Quando ouve um ruído parecido com o de um avião, começa logo a olhar para o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-Quando está muito tempo sem voar começa a tornar-se irritável e com algum mau humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-Não suporta que lhe perguntem se confia nas aeronaves em que voa, pois ele não é nenhum doido, claro que se voa nelas , logicamente é porque as acha seguras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-Gosta de conversar sobre aviação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-há e já quase que me esquecia dos óculos de sol, fundamentais por motivos estéticos e operacionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-Não suporta o uso da expressão ...avioneta, em vez disso prefere ...avião ligeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-Está sempre pronto a "praxar" alunos piloto nos seus voos de largada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-Num primeiro encontro com alguém do sexo oposto tem sempre uma forte tendência para falar sobre aviação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Há muitas mais coisas que poderia referir aqui neste blog, mas devido a hora já tardia não me vem mais nada a cabeça, quem sabe se um dia deste não volto a escrever aqui mais qualquer coisa sobre este assunto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6711288639874827894?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6711288639874827894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6711288639874827894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6711288639874827894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6711288639874827894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-verdadeiro-pilotao.html' title='O verdadeiro Pilotaço...'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyliU-iaD-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PXqcxqShLgI/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1949569038746652918</id><published>2007-10-30T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:52.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Eric Clapton - A Autobiografia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyaZjuiaD9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/djRmudBlaEU/s1600-h/ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126954064874704850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyaZjuiaD9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/djRmudBlaEU/s320/ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clapton&lt;/span&gt; editou recentemente um livro de 400 páginas chamada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clapton&lt;/span&gt; - A Autobiografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As Autobiografias regra geral são simpáticas para com os auto biografados, mas neste caso excepcional, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Clapton&lt;/span&gt; escreveu a sua autobiografia pessoalmente, redigiu o texto como se tocasse guitarra num tema de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;. Foi directo ao assunto sem rodeios e escreveu um dos trabalhos mais honestos e impiedosos do género.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1949569038746652918?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1949569038746652918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1949569038746652918' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1949569038746652918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1949569038746652918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/eric-clapton-autobiografia.html' title='Eric Clapton - A Autobiografia.'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyaZjuiaD9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/djRmudBlaEU/s72-c/ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7850056052101303229</id><published>2007-10-26T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:52.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Baptismos de Voo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyEyTuiaD6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QS9V99P-sk8/s1600-h/DSCF1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyEyTuiaD6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QS9V99P-sk8/s320/DSCF1690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: Adelino Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Como todos devem saber muitas vezes sou convidado para efectuar voos de baptismo nos lugares onde costumo operar com as aeronaves que voo frequentemente e claro que aceito fazer esses voos de bom grado sempre que me é possível pois é uma forma de registar horas de voo e manter toda a proficiência de voo que muito custa a adquirir em vários anos de estudo e a praticar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; Também há uma certa faceta de carácter social a qual tem bastante interesse e as suas vantagens inerentes, pois é bom relacionarmos-nos com os passageiros da melhor forma possível, pois ajuda-nos a conhecer todas as suas reacções e expectativas pois temos de também lhes dar toda atenção dentro da medida do possível, pois em primeiro lugar está a operação eficiente e segura da aeronave que os transporta. O piloto tem de estar atento aos "sinais" dos passageiros, se estão a gostar, se estão divertidos ou com receios, se estão com calor ou com frio ou mesmo a enjoar (o q é raro), resumindo o piloto tem de alguma forma de dividir-se entre os papeis de Piloto Comandante e assistente de bordo e realizar as duas tarefas de forma minimamente eficaz, mas sempre muito segura e responsável. Pois isto de fazer os chamados voos de baptismo não é só enfiar o pessoal dentro do avião, pôr o motor em marcha e pronto, estes voos como já referi não se resumem só a isso. Há sempre uma série de procedimentos e rotinas a efectuar antes, durante e após os voos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; Claro que há diferentes tipos de passageiros, aqueles que não são muito curiosos em relação á aviação e há também o oposto, há os receosos e pouco entusiasmados e os que estão sempre prontos para a aventura, depois há também as crianças jovens e aquelas menos jovens os quais são bem mais difíceis de "controlar", os que nos bombardeiam literalmente com perguntas e aqueles que nem tem sequer tem a coragem de abrir a boca nem para respirar durante a descolagem e aterragem, os que se agarram ao assento durante as voltas de menos de 30º de pranchamento. Depois há os olhares que tentam ser discretos e que mostram um certo receio enquanto eu faço a minha leitura do &lt;em&gt;checklist&lt;/em&gt; e efectuo os procedimentos habituais em qualquer voo, mas claro que nem toda a gente está informada em relação a esses aspectos mais técnicos dos voos, pois na maioria das vezes é o primeiro contacto que têm com a aviação. Quando vejo esses "receios" em alguém tento pôr as pessoas á vontade, mas sem entrar em grandes detalhes de carácter técnico, pois falar muito normalmente também não ajuda lá grande coisa. Mas de qualquer dos modos é sempre gratificante chegar a conclusão que os passageiros ficaram satisfeitos com o voo e quando dizem que querem voltar a repetir a experiência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;A maioria das vezes no final agradecem-me dizem que adoraram, como vocês devem imaginar e como não poderia deixar de ser, fico bastante satisfeito com esse tipo de reações, pois ninguem gosta de pôr de volta em terra firme um passageiro em vias de "chamar pelo Gregório".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7850056052101303229?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7850056052101303229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyEyTuiaD6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QS9V99P-sk8/s72-c/DSCF1690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1575535542556826601</id><published>2007-10-25T16:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:53.335Z</updated><title type='text'>Gnat G-MOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyC58-iaD4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YWHCSAwhpv0/s1600-h/1234989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125300833178226562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyC58-iaD4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YWHCSAwhpv0/s320/1234989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyC59OiaD5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ooWVxzUnO2I/s1600-h/0351374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125300837473193874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyC59OiaD5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ooWVxzUnO2I/s320/0351374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hawker Siddeley Gnat T-1 ex RAF XR-991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andava eu mais uma vez a "surfar" no &lt;em&gt;airliners.net&lt;/em&gt; quando encontrei algumas fotos de um dos aviões que pertenceu em tempos não muito distantes á excelente colecção particular do David Gilmour e logo escolhi as duas melhores fotos para "postar" aqui no Blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em qual máquina andará ele a voar agora????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1575535542556826601?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1575535542556826601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1575535542556826601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1575535542556826601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1575535542556826601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/gnat-g-mour.html' title='Gnat G-MOUR'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RyC58-iaD4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YWHCSAwhpv0/s72-c/1234989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7838920419730498808</id><published>2007-10-25T04:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T04:37:05.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4ipQQuwPvM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4ipQQuwPvM&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;&lt;br /&gt;Would this do&lt;br /&gt;To make it all right&lt;br /&gt;While sleep has taken you&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my getaway&lt;br /&gt;Time on my own&lt;br /&gt;Search for a better way&lt;br /&gt;To find my way home&lt;br /&gt;To your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting days and days&lt;br /&gt;On this fight&lt;br /&gt;Always down and up&lt;br /&gt;Half the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless to reminisee&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark hours&lt;br /&gt;We'll only sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;What time will allow us&lt;br /&gt;You're sighing... sighing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Though you're right here&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;From your sad stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my getaway&lt;br /&gt;Time on my own&lt;br /&gt;Needing a better way&lt;br /&gt;To find my way home&lt;br /&gt;To your smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7838920419730498808?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7838920419730498808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7838920419730498808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7838920419730498808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7838920419730498808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7158157149500452565</id><published>2007-10-24T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:00:00.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Narrow Daylight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrFmMAJVEtU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrFmMAJVEtU&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;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Narrow daylight entered my room&lt;br /&gt;Shining hours were brief&lt;br /&gt;Winter is over&lt;br /&gt;Summer is near&lt;br /&gt;Are we stronger than we believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked through halls of reputation&lt;br /&gt;Among the infamous too&lt;br /&gt;As the camera clings to the common thread&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all vanity&lt;br /&gt;Into a gaze to shoot you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the kindness we count upon&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out in a sunlit groove&lt;br /&gt;Although deep down I wished it would rain&lt;br /&gt;Washing away all the sadness and tears&lt;br /&gt;That will never fall so heavily again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the kindness we count upon&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there in the salt spray air&lt;br /&gt;Felt the wind sweeping over my face&lt;br /&gt;Ran up through the rocks to the old&lt;br /&gt;wooden cross&lt;br /&gt;It's a place where I can find some peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrow daylight entered my room&lt;br /&gt;Shining hours were brief&lt;br /&gt;Winter is over&lt;br /&gt;Summer is near&lt;br /&gt;Are we stronger than we believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estava eu a ouvir este meu tema favorito da Diana Krall aqui no meu pc, e não podia deixar de o "postar" aqui, pois muitas vezes o ouço durante as minhas viagens entre Lisboa e Porto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por causa da música, da letra e acima de tudo por causa de algumas memórias...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7158157149500452565?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7158157149500452565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7158157149500452565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7158157149500452565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7158157149500452565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/narrow-daylight.html' title='Narrow Daylight'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6124447870323745915</id><published>2007-10-23T00:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:33:39.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde estavas tu no 25 de Abril ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="432" height="351"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/QHOYAVC0c88b2df95cdaaaecced4af3c7aeeff90.3405202141.0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/QHOYAVC0c88b2df95cdaaaecced4af3c7aeeff90.3405202141.0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="432" height="351"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, hoje abri o meu email e deparei-me com este pequeno vídeo. E devo adiantar-vos que fiquei sem palavras e a minha reacção foi de admiração e incredibilidade ao ver tanta ignorância junta e ainda por cima em pessoas que já tem alguma idade para estarem a par de certos factos da historia recente do nosso jardim a beira mar plantado. Por isso não se admirem que as gerações mais novas façam e digam montes de disparates de entre os quais nem sempre são muito aceitáveis na nossa sociedade dita civilizada. E depois vem com tretas do género: ...há sou jovem e tal...o Salazar é que era...deviamos voltar todos ao tempo da velha senhora, isto dantes não era assim etc e tal...&lt;br /&gt;Pá, deviam era tentar instruir-se mais e com mais qualidade coisa rara hoje em dia e fazerem qualquer cena de útil para a nossa sociedade...deixarem-se das tretas anti-globalização e o caraças... afinal de contas também eles pedem sapatilhinhas da &lt;em&gt;Nike&lt;/em&gt; aos pápás e enfrascam-se com a coca-cola dos &lt;em&gt;MacDonalds&lt;/em&gt; e são avidos consumidores da Internet e de jogos para a &lt;em&gt;playsation&lt;/em&gt;, tudo verdadeiros ícones da globalização.&lt;br /&gt;Bolas , não que a consciência politico social nas camadas mais jovens seja negativa, muito pelo contrário mas antes de eles se meterem nessas andanças deveriam estudar mais o passado, pelo menos aquele passado mais recente, o passados dos pais e avós, o passado da guerra colonial, o pré 25 de Abril etc... e depois sim já poderiam tentar "deitar alguma faladura" sobre os tempos idos e claro dos tempos futuros.&lt;br /&gt;Vejam o vídeo pois o seu conteúdo é de bradar aos céus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrível ao que isto chegou...e onde irá parar??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6124447870323745915?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6124447870323745915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6124447870323745915' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6124447870323745915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6124447870323745915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/onde-estavas-tu-no-25-de-abril.html' title='Onde estavas tu no 25 de Abril ?'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-424429090006065906</id><published>2007-10-22T05:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:42:56.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grantchester Meadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfZPNQPNw-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfZPNQPNw-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande tema este dos Pink Floyd com composição de Roger Waters, do álbum &lt;em&gt;Ummagumma&lt;/em&gt; editado em Outubro de 1969, bem mais velhinho que eu. Álbum esse que divide muitas opiniões entre os fãs da banda, os fãs mais &lt;em&gt;Hardcore&lt;/em&gt; adoram e os fãs menos ferrenhos não lhe dão muita inportancia mas mesmo não sendo considerado um álbum &lt;em&gt;easy listening &lt;/em&gt; sem duvida muita gente não o vê, ou melhor, ouve com indiferença.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso na minha opinião defendo que o Ummagumma adora-se ou detesta-se mas nunca poderemos ficar indiferentes ao seu conteúdo musical de carácter inovador. &lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma das músicas que me transportam e me fazem arrepiar; Pois como andava eu a passar tempo no Youtube á procura de alguma coisa com conteúdo e lá encontrei este vídeo que tem imagens do bonito local chamado Grantchester situado nos arredores da cidade britânica de Cambridge e imortalizado por este tema dos Pink Floyd. Local esse que era frequentado pelos próprios Pink Floyd durante a sua juventude. Isto leva-me a relacionar este tema com o tema &lt;em&gt;Strawberry Fields Forever&lt;/em&gt;(1967) dos Beatles, será que Roger Waters fez também essa mesma relação? é bem provável.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não vos faço perder mais tempo precioso... ouçam este tema acompanhado das imagens e digam a vocês mesmos se este tema vos transporta ou não numa grande viagem psicadélica...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-424429090006065906?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/424429090006065906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=424429090006065906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/424429090006065906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/424429090006065906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/grantchester-meadows.html' title='Grantchester Meadows'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-8069696606219367519</id><published>2007-10-21T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:03:46.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly shit !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HEgdRkuF-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HEgdRkuF-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HEgdRkuF-U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho este vídeo do Harrier na campanha do Afeganistão nos meus favoritos do Youtube, e hoje lembrei-me que o deveria colocar aqui. Se bem que já é um vídeo bastante visto e na minha opinião vele sempre a pena dar mais uma "espreitadela a esta grande "rapada".&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que tem mais piada é a exclamação do militar que está a filmar... só por isso já vale mais um bocadinho a pena ver este video até ao fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly shit he´s Fu$#&amp;g low... damn !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8069696606219367519?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/8069696606219367519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=8069696606219367519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8069696606219367519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8069696606219367519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/holly-shit.html' title='Holly shit !!!!'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6547041785215475120</id><published>2007-10-20T14:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:53.772Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxoKCfuLcYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UdPkMdmSd4k/s1600-h/fado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123418564078563714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxoKCfuLcYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UdPkMdmSd4k/s200/fado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxoKCvuLcZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xUwbWKNTfpE/s1600-h/gibson_es335-rot45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123418568373531026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxoKCvuLcZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xUwbWKNTfpE/s200/gibson_es335-rot45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Como todos  devem  saber muito bem eu sou um ávido consumidor de Blues o qual considero ser o meu género musical de eleição, aquele que mais me influencia das mais variadas formas. Descobri os Blues quase em simultâneo com a guitarra e logo comecei a tentar tocar umas coisas aí com os meus 16 ou 17 anos. E com o passar de algum tempo cheguei a conclusão que os músicos ou bandas que eu mais ouvia eram muito influenciados por esse género musical oriundo da América do Norte. Tenho algumas histórias curiosas em relação a essa descoberta.   Curiosamente e após muitos anos a ouvir alguns compositores vim a descobrir mais tarde que os músicos que eu ouvia e ainda ouço tem uma certa relação entre eles, por exemplo há autores e guitarristas que se dizem muito influenciados por outros que eu também conheço bastante bem, logo por isso comecei a ver que existia um padrão de gostos e influencias se assim podemos chamar. Mas vamos ao que interessa, a relação entre o Fado e os Blues. Na minha opinião são dois géneros musicais com bastantes semelhanças principalmente pelo tipo de sentimento que transmitem, as letras e as mensagens e depois claro que há também a estrutura melódica bastante rígida com as suas escalas pentatónicas. A palavra fado vem do latim &lt;em&gt;fatum&lt;/em&gt;, ou seja, "destino". De origem obscura, o Fado terá surgido provavelmente na primeira metade do século XIX tal como os Blues na América do Norte. Os temas mais cantados no fado são a saudade, a nostalgia, o ciúme,o amor e as pequenas histórias do quotidiano dos bairros típicos. Resumindo são tudo semelhanças ainda com o facto acrescido que se crê que o Fado tal como os Blues teve também a sua origem em fortes influencias e raízes africanas que chegaram aos continentes Europeu e Americano através dos escravos negros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origins&lt;/strong&gt;. The where and when of the origins of the fado constitute one of those endless sources of argument for people who enjoy that kind of thing. For the purpose of this article, it will suffice to say that, like the blues, it was the result of a confluence of cultures, being related with Brazil and Portuguese colonies in Africa and slavery. As for the when, it seems probable that the fado was practically fully formed by the middle of the nineteenth century, giving it a head start over the blues of more than fifty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it about?&lt;/strong&gt; Fado is the Portuguese version of the blues, a plaintive, crying song with an exotic, Middle Eastern feel to it which gives it a special appeal, but makes it difficult for the unitiated to understand. As in many forms of flamenco, the fado follows fixed structures, originally derived from dance music, over which old or new lyrics are sung. These tend to deal with love (unsatisfactory, at least from the singer's point of view) and the word saudade (roughly yearning, longing, nostalgia, homesickness... missing in general) crops up a lot. The singer is the central figure and the audience is expected to pay due attention - no chattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fado guitar.&lt;/strong&gt; Fado guitarists may also be highly esteemed. From the front, the fado or Portuguese guitar looks more like a lute, from which it developed, though it is flat- rather than round-backed. It is normally twelve-stringed and played in combination with a Spanish guitar, confusingly called a viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The voices of fado.&lt;/strong&gt; The high priestess, icon and idol of the fado is still undoubtedly Amália Rodrigues, who was active from 1936 until her death in 1999. She was frowned on as unorthodox for a long time, but she left a mark on the fado similar to that made by B. B. King on the blues, i.e., the shape she gave to it has come to be thought of as the "right" way, especially by people who only half-understand. You will find it easier to get recordings by her than by other performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in. Portugal for Visitors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6547041785215475120?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6547041785215475120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6547041785215475120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6547041785215475120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6547041785215475120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/fado-blues.html' title='Fado Blues'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxoKCfuLcYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UdPkMdmSd4k/s72-c/fado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-554990101259008321</id><published>2007-10-20T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:53.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Local Mágico 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxldY_uLcXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z5kMxi-5Jl4/s1600-h/31565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxldY_uLcXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z5kMxi-5Jl4/s320/31565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123228735114015090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje decidi iniciar aqui no meu blog um novo tópico, tópico esse que se refere aos meus locais de eleição, locais esses que significam muito para mim e os quais de alguma forma me marcaram pelas mais variadas razões. E espero também incluir sempre as melhores fotos possíveis desses locais.&lt;br /&gt;Para abrir este novo tópico escolhi a Base de São Jacinto, pois não se admirem por ser um local ligado a aviação, pois no meu blog não é de admirar.&lt;br /&gt;Como podem ver pela foto deste belo pôr do sol que eu fotografei dentro da base após um voo que fiz naquela área e eu por acaso tinha a maquina fotográfica comigo e tive a oportunidade de captar este belo momento no aeródromo que me viu voar solo pela primeira vez num dia de Março há já alguns anos atrás. por esse mesmo motivo devem compreender a razão de ser um local assim tão especial para mim pois afinal de contas não passa de mais um aeródromo como muitos que existem por esse mundo fora, mas este é o local onde voei sozinho pela primeira vez. O local onde deixei o instrutor em terra firme e me vi entregue ás minhas responsabilidades na função de piloto (ou projecto de...),e também foi o local onde levei o famoso banho da praxe.&lt;br /&gt;Por todos esses motivos e mais alguns considero que seja um local mágico para mim.&lt;br /&gt;E espero continuar a voar por lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Localização: N40º39.43 W008º44.50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-554990101259008321?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/554990101259008321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=554990101259008321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/554990101259008321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/554990101259008321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/local-mgico-1.html' title='Local Mágico 1'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxldY_uLcXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z5kMxi-5Jl4/s72-c/31565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-950418858470468810</id><published>2007-10-20T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:54.071Z</updated><title type='text'>O Fado morreu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxlOpvuLcWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dmy4pVuHj0o/s1600-h/MafaldaArnauth-738059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxlOpvuLcWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dmy4pVuHj0o/s320/MafaldaArnauth-738059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123212530202407266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos cá estou eu mais uma vez a escrever no meu blog, estou neste momento sentado a ouvir o álbum da Mafalda Arnauth e lembrei-me de escrever aqui qualquer coisa sobre o assunto. Descobri esta fadista acidentalmente num dia qualquer em que fazia &lt;em&gt;zapping&lt;/em&gt; na minha tv. Como na televisão nacional é raro haver alguma coisa de jeito e que valha a pena ser vista muitas vezes faço &lt;em&gt;zapping&lt;/em&gt; na esperança de encontrar um qualquer assunto de interesse, e por acaso dessa vez encontrei a Mafalda Arnauth a cantar fado num programa do canal 2 o qual logo me despertou algum interesse. Não sendo eu grande conhecedor de fado acho que não me devo "esticar" muito no assunto em causa. Mas acho muito bem que existam novas vozes no fado e acho que o marcado da musica nacional nesse aspecto está a crescer de forma positiva, pois afinal de contas não pode só haver novos lançamentos de pseudoartistas fruto de grandes jogadas de marketing e de produção que acompanham as bandas sonoras de telenovelas e as quais quando chega a horinha de actuar ao vivo só se ficam pelo playback e uma certa actitude em palco para agradar as meninas de 13 ou 14 anitos. E caros amigos nem vou sequer referir nomes.&lt;br /&gt;Depois deste pequeno aparte digo-vos que adorei a voz da Mafalda Arnauth e a maneira como ela canta Fado, pessoalmente até prefiro este estilo um pouco mais conservador em relação ao fado do que por exemplo o estilo mais inovador adoptado pela Marisa a qual tem uma grande reputação internacionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Após ter visto o tal programita no canal 2 gravado ao vivo fiquei interessado no trabalho desta fadista e tratei logo de ir ouvir alguns dos álbuns disponíveis os quais recomendo vivamente a quem gosta de fado.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso posso afirmar com bastantes certezas que o fado não morreu e que vai continuar vivo por muitos anos pois noto alguma predisposição para o fado em algumas pessoas da minha geração, pois a cultura neste pais não pode só ser alimentada por "pimbas" e afins, haveria muito mais coisas que poderia referir aqui mas nem vale muito a pena pois acho que já me fiz entender convenientemente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-950418858470468810?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/950418858470468810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=950418858470468810' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/950418858470468810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/950418858470468810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-fado-morreu.html' title='O Fado morreu?'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxlOpvuLcWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dmy4pVuHj0o/s72-c/MafaldaArnauth-738059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-84297966651318920</id><published>2007-10-19T03:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:54.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Pilot Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxgSafuLcUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7D76BOxjBA/s1600-h/Hardright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxgSafuLcUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7D76BOxjBA/s200/Hardright.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122864822535024962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate responsibility of the pilot is to fulfill the dreams of the countless millions of earthbound ancestors who could only stare skyward and wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No-one has ever collided with the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make all of them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airspeed, altitude or brains: Two are always needed to successfully complete the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember you fly an aeroplane with your head, not your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-84297966651318920?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/84297966651318920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=84297966651318920' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/84297966651318920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/84297966651318920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/pilot-quotes.html' title='Pilot Quotes...'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxgSafuLcUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7D76BOxjBA/s72-c/Hardright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3889323736953150290</id><published>2007-10-16T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:54.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Largada em Mogadouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxVC1fuLcRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OxO-LF-gpck/s1600-h/Image19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122073638019494162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxVC1fuLcRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OxO-LF-gpck/s200/Image19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxVC4fuLcSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k2v42za_H0I/s1600-h/Image15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122073689559101730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxVC4fuLcSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k2v42za_H0I/s200/Image15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxVC7_uLcTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/e3JHZ6okClk/s1600-h/Image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122073749688643890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxVC7_uLcTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/e3JHZ6okClk/s200/Image12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caros amigos,tendo em conta o titulo deste post no meu blog podem pensar que se trata de uma largada de touros na bonita vila de Mogadouro mas desenganem-se pois não é nada disso, não é sobre esse tipo de largadas que aqui escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;No fim de semana passado lá fui eu mais uma vez até Mogadouro ter com a malta dos planadores, foi mais um domingo bem passado numa bela localidade entre alguns amigos que partilham o mesmo gosto que eu por estas coisas da aviação. Não estava nada a espera de presenciar um voo de largada, o primeiro a que assisto por aquelas bandas. O aluno largado foi apanhado de surpresa como é normal. Após dois curtos voos com o Osório recebeu ordens para ir sozinho... e não estando minimamente á espera lá foi um pouco nervoso mas mesmo assim o voo correu muito bem e como é da praxe após a aterragem teve direito a "cerimonia" habitual nestas situações.&lt;br /&gt;Na placa junto ao hangar eu e o instrutor lá preparamos o cenário para o "banhito" e pontapé no cu, com um escadote o qual não chegou a ser necessário e três baldes cheios de água bem fresquinha, um para mim e dois para o instrutor de voo pois tem direito a "praxar" mais, os quais viramos sem cerimonia para cima do nosso amigo e aluno "largado" para de alguma forma "brindarmos" á ocasião muito especial não só para o "largado" mas também para todos os que contrubuiram de alguma forma para que isso acontecesse.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia o qual ele nunca vai esquecer, são coisas que marcam qualquer aluno piloto e das quais nunca nos esquecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens Hélio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotos de João Corredeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3889323736953150290?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3889323736953150290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3889323736953150290' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3889323736953150290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3889323736953150290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/largada-em-mogadouro.html' title='Largada em Mogadouro'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RxVC1fuLcRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OxO-LF-gpck/s72-c/Image19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-853730862788248694</id><published>2007-10-12T22:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:43:59.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQcNiD0Z3MU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQcNiD0Z3MU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande "cover" do tema &lt;em&gt;Personal Jesus &lt;/em&gt;dos Depeche Mode, banda essa que não se encontra na minha lista de favoritas,e nem sou grande conhecedor do trabalho deles mas na minha opinião é umas das melhores "coisinhas" surgidas nos anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;Posso afirmar com muita convicção que prefiro de longe este "cover" do Johnny Cash ao próprio original do álbum &lt;em&gt;Violator&lt;/em&gt; editado em 1989.&lt;br /&gt;Acho a voz do Johnny Cash vinda quase que do outro mundo e então as guitarras acústicas tocadas de uma forma muito "heavy" nem encontro a forma ideal de as descrever, pois como já devem ter reparado é para mim um pouco dificil por estes sentimentos movidos pela musica em palavras, e por isso mesmo não me vou "esticar" muito mais e sugiro-vos que ouçam esta grande interpretação de Johnny Cash do clássico dos anos 80 &lt;em&gt;Personal Jesus&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota&lt;/em&gt;: Vejam também o vídeo acho que faz justiça á qualidade do tema o que é raríssimo nos dias que correm, em que o mais normal é serem feitos temas musicais para acompanharem os videoclips e não o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para isso tem de saltar do vosso &lt;em&gt;browser&lt;/em&gt; onde t~em acesso aos vossos&lt;em&gt; emails &lt;/em&gt;e terão que visitar a pagina do meu blog onde poderão ver os vídeos e as fotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-853730862788248694?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/853730862788248694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=853730862788248694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/853730862788248694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/853730862788248694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/personal-jesus.html' title='Personal Jesus'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6705168865579772388</id><published>2007-10-10T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:54.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads de Robert Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rw1WtrHH2uI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iKEZN0ahMDs/s1600-h/RobertJohnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rw1WtrHH2uI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iKEZN0ahMDs/s320/RobertJohnson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119843694056823522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Robert Johnson nasceu em Hazlehurst, Mississippi. A data de nascimento oficialmente aceite em (1911) provavelmente está errada. Registos existentes (documentos escolares, certidões de casamento e certidão de óbito) sugerem diferentes datas entre 1909 e 1912, embora nenhum deles contenha a data de 1911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Robert Johnson gravou apenas 29 músicas em um total de 42 faixas, em duas sessões de gravação em San Antonio, Texas, em Novembro de 1936 e em Dallas, Texas, em Junho de 1937. Treze músicas foram gravadas duas vezes. Suas músicas continuam sendo interpretadas e adaptadas por diversos artistas de Blues como Eric Clapton ou os The Rolling Stones, entre muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Em 1938 Johnson bebeu whisky envenenado com estricnina, supostamente preparado pelo marido ciumento de uma de suas amantes. Johnson recuperou-se do envenenamento, mas contraiu uma pneumonia e morreu 3 dias depois, em 16 de Agosto de 1938, em Greenwood, Mississippi. Há várias versões populares para sua morte: que haveria morrido envenenado pelo whisky, que haveria morrido de sífilis e que tinha sido assassinado com uma arma de fogo. A sua certidão de óbito cita apenas "No Doctor" (Sem Médico) como causa da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outra das lendas refere que ele morreu de quatro uivando no corredor do hotel que  estava instalado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outra lenda popular recorrente e a mais conhecida sugere que Johnson vendeu sua alma ao diabo na encruzilhada das estradas 61 e 49 em Clarksdale, Mississippi em troca da capacidade para tocar guitarra como mais ninguem a face da terra. Este mito foi difundido principalmente pelo "Bluesman" Son House, e ganhou força devido às letras de algumas de suas músicas, como por exemplo "Crossroads Blues".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Johnson é freqüentemente citado como "o maior cantor de blues de todos os tempos", ou até mesmo como o mais importante músico do Século XX, mas muitos ouvintes ficam algo desapontados depois de conhecerem o seu trabalho, pois o estilo peculiar do Delta Blues e o padrão técnico das gravações de sua época estão muito distantes dos padrões estéticos e técnicos dos blues mais actuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora Johnson certamente não tenha inventado o blues, o qual já vinha sendo gravado 15 anos antes das suas gravações, o seu trabalho modificou bastante o estilo de execução, empregando mais técnica, &lt;em&gt;riffs&lt;/em&gt; mais elaborados e maior ênfase no uso das cordas graves para criar um ritmo regular. Suas principais influências foram Son House, Leroy Carr, Kokomo Arnold e Peetie Wheatstraw. Johnson tocou com o jovem Howlin' Wolf e Sonny Boy Williamson II (que afirma ter estado presente no dia do envenenamento de Johnson e ter alertado Johnson sobre a garrafa de whisky). Johnson influenciou Elmore James e Muddy Waters, e o blues eléctrico de Chicago na década de 1950 foi criado em torno do estilo de Johnson. Há uma linha directa nem sempre muito perceptivel da influência entre a obra de Robert Johnson e o Rock and roll que se tornaria muito popular no pós-guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos após sua morte, o grupo de admiradores de Johnson cresceu e inclui várias estrelas do rock como por exemplo Keith Richards e Eric Clapton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross Road Blues &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the crossroad &lt;br /&gt;fell down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I went to the crossroad &lt;br /&gt;fell down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, now &lt;br /&gt;save poor Bob, if you please&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad &lt;br /&gt;I tried to flag a ride&lt;br /&gt;Standin' at the crossroad &lt;br /&gt;I tried to flag a ride&lt;br /&gt;Didn't nobody seem to know me &lt;br /&gt;everybody pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, the sun goin' down, boy &lt;br /&gt;dark gon' catch me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo ooee eeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, dark gon' catch me here&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that &lt;br /&gt;love and feel my care&lt;br /&gt;You can run, you can run &lt;br /&gt;tell my friend-boy Willie Brown&lt;br /&gt;You can run, you can run &lt;br /&gt;tell my friend-boy Willie Brown&lt;br /&gt;Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe &lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm sinkin' down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6705168865579772388?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6705168865579772388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6705168865579772388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6705168865579772388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6705168865579772388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads de Robert Johnson'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rw1WtrHH2uI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iKEZN0ahMDs/s72-c/RobertJohnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-564501849756661816</id><published>2007-10-10T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:39:59.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBEL32SlVAA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBEL32SlVAA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi um comentário interessante ao meu "post" do passado dia 9 relativo ao John Lennon, comentário esse o qual me surpreendeu pela positiva pois foi-me deixado por um anônimo que visitou este meu blog. Foi alguem que me conheçe bem pois faz referencia a este tema dos Beatles ao som do qual eu adormeci muitas vezes... &lt;br /&gt;Mas quem terá deixado o tal comentário??? &lt;br /&gt;Era bom saber quem me deixou este comentário tão agradável... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anônimo disse... &lt;br /&gt;Bless you, Pedro, por te lembrares do John Lennon neste dia. Afinal a boa música é intemporal, e os "primeiros amores" também. Já dizia o Sérgio Godinho:&lt;br /&gt; ..."De pequenino se torce o pepino"...e houve quem fosse embalado ao som de&lt;br /&gt; "Across the Universe", lembras-te?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 de Outubro de 2007 19:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, até eu conseguir desvendar este pequeno mistério aqui fica aqui um video curioso que nos relembra esses tempos algo distantes, os Sixties e como não poderia deixar de ser tambem as memórias da segunda metade dos anos 70...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades do velhinho Vinil e dos tempos da minha infançia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,&lt;br /&gt;They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,&lt;br /&gt;Possessing and caressing me.&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva om&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;br /&gt;Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That call me on and on across the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they&lt;br /&gt;Tumble blindly as they make their way&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe &lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva om&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Through my open views inciting and inviting me&lt;br /&gt;Limitless undying love which shines around me like a&lt;br /&gt;million suns, it calls me on and on&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva om&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-564501849756661816?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/564501849756661816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=564501849756661816' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/564501849756661816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/564501849756661816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3329521360803739403</id><published>2007-10-10T03:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:54.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Encosta-te a mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rww_obHH2sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/B0sZQv_C0BI/s1600-h/Jorge%2520Palma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rww_obHH2sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/B0sZQv_C0BI/s320/Jorge%2520Palma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119536840118360770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;nós já vivemos cem mil anos&lt;br /&gt;encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;talvez eu esteja a exagerar&lt;br /&gt;encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;dá cabo dos teus desenganos&lt;br /&gt;não queiras ver quem eu não sou,&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Chegado da guerra,&lt;br /&gt;fiz tudo p´ra sobreviver em nome da terra,&lt;br /&gt;no fundo p´ra te merecer&lt;br /&gt;recebe-me bem,&lt;br /&gt;não desencantes os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;faz de mim o teu herói,&lt;br /&gt;não quero adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;estou a partilhar contigo&lt;br /&gt;o que não vivi, hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;desatinamos tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;vizinha de mim, deixa ser meu o teu quintal&lt;br /&gt;recebe esta pomba que não está armadilhada&lt;br /&gt;foi comprada, foi roubada, seja como for.&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho do nada porque arrasei o que não quis&lt;br /&gt;em nome da estrada onde só quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;enrosca-te a mim, vai desarmar a flor queimada&lt;br /&gt;vai beijar o homem-bomba, quero adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;estou a partilhar contigo o que não vivi,&lt;br /&gt;um dia hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Palma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito deste tema, da letra, da musica, da voz do Jorge...&lt;br /&gt;e principlamente aquelas &lt;em&gt;Slide guitar &lt;/em&gt;bem lá no fundo...quem me conhece bem se as ouvir vai entender muito bem o que eu quero dizer com isso :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3329521360803739403?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3329521360803739403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3329521360803739403' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3329521360803739403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3329521360803739403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/encosta-te-mim.html' title='Encosta-te a mim'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rww_obHH2sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/B0sZQv_C0BI/s72-c/Jorge%2520Palma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-5360712166287247121</id><published>2007-10-09T16:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:55.253Z</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon 1940-1980</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwuhP7HH2qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OFJiwR-K088/s1600-h/John_Lennon_230_164102c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwuhP7HH2qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OFJiwR-K088/s320/John_Lennon_230_164102c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119362696374377122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje enquanto fazia mais uma das minhas "viagens" musicais frente ao meu &lt;em&gt;laptop&lt;/em&gt; o meu software leitor de mp3 começou a tocar um belo tema chamado Bless you do grande John Lennon e enquanto o ouvia lembrei-me e exclamei para os meus botões...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia 9 de Outubro o John se fosse vivo faria hoje a bela idade de 67 anos... &lt;br /&gt;Por esse motivo achei que devia "&lt;em&gt;postar&lt;/em&gt;" aqui alguma coisa que fizesse referencia á sua pessoa e a sua grande obra musical. Não que seja uma qualquer homenagem formal, considerem antes um tributo de um simples fã e musico amador que ouve os temas dele há já vários anos.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o John e os Beatles tinha eu mais ou menos 13 ou 14 anos e ainda não pensava muito em aviação ou guitarras. Foi nessa altura que descobri a musica e graças ao meu pai considero-me um previligiado por ter sido bem educado no que diz respeito a gostos musicais, se bem que os gostos são muito subjectivos mas eu considero ter sido bem "formado" musicalmente, pelo menos no que diz respeito aos gostos, pois no resto quem sou eu para me pronunciar a esse respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao John acho que faz muita falta quer seja como musico, quer como pessoa e activista social e politico.&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon nasceu a 9 de Outubro de 1940 em Liverpool durante um bombardeamento da Luftwaffe durante a Batalha de Inglaterra e ironicamente no dia 8 de Dezembro de 1980 perdemos o John também de uma forma violenta; Mas os boas recordações devem prevalecer pois ele ficará para a historia da musica para sempre graças aos seus trabalhos quer a solo , quer com os Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bless You, John...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota se puderem ouçam o tema &lt;em&gt;Bless you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-5360712166287247121?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/5360712166287247121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=5360712166287247121' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5360712166287247121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5360712166287247121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/john-lennon-1940-1980.html' title='John Lennon 1940-1980'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwuhP7HH2qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OFJiwR-K088/s72-c/John_Lennon_230_164102c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4432737432676746867</id><published>2007-10-09T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:55.425Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu estudio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwufQrHH2pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1unPFRH1v70/s1600-h/DSC_4524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119360510236023442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwufQrHH2pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1unPFRH1v70/s320/DSC_4524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu estúdio é onde eu gravo as minhas "brincadeiras" musicais é um local que a mim me diz muita coisa, provavelmente só me diz muito a mim pois o resto dos comuns dos mortais certamente não lhe darão o mesmo valor que eu dou. O meu estúdio é pequeno e para os padrões actuais está fracamente equipado e insonorizado, mas com vontade e alguma dose de engenho muitas vezes lá se consegue um som minimamente satisfatório. Tem uma grande vantagem que é ficar dentro de minha casa, quando me apetece posso simplesmente descer as escadas e isolar-me um pouco do resto do mundo, ou pelo menos de uma grande parte dele. Posso lá levar meia dúzia de amigos que também toquem qualquer coisita e fazer-mos qualquer coisa interessante e é claro que as vezes também gravamos para assim ficar registado e o trabalho não se perder na obscuridade dos tempos. Mesmo quando estou só passo la bastante tempo, pelo menos quando posso e tenho algo a fazer dentro daquele pequeno espaço, quer seja a ensaiar um tema qualquer ou misturar um tema já gravado ou simplesmente deixar-me levar pela imaginação e deixar as coisas fluírem naturalmente; imaginar tempos idos também é bom pois as vezes com isso encontramos o caminho no futuro. É lá que "vivem" as minhas guitarras no meio daquela desarrumação característica desse tipo de locais, pelo menos os dos simples amadores como eu. Muitas vezes quando me sinto sozinho e meio perdido é para lá que eu vou e onde ocupo algum do meu tempo, muita coisa se pode fazer dentro daquele espaço, coisas boas e menos boas, com mais ou menos qualidade,&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito do palco, mas como sou tímido e reservado prefiro quase sempre o trabalho de estúdio o qual também nos dá mais liberdade para criar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo não é &lt;em&gt;Abbey Road &lt;/em&gt;e nem tem montes de equipamento &lt;em&gt;hi tech&lt;/em&gt;  e nem está cheio de &lt;em&gt;Groupies&lt;/em&gt; á porta mas é o meu estúdio e isso para mim é suficiente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-4432737432676746867?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4432737432676746867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4432737432676746867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4432737432676746867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4432737432676746867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-meu-estudio.html' title='O meu estudio'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwufQrHH2pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1unPFRH1v70/s72-c/DSC_4524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6164013903066666885</id><published>2007-10-09T11:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:55.712Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha Guitarra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwtSO7HH2oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/M_n4Q052HPo/s1600-h/0100102808_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwtSO7HH2oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/M_n4Q052HPo/s320/0100102808_xl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119275817775913602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está zangada, eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;A minha guitarra, coitada.&lt;br /&gt;Está triste, magoada,&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que a abandonei.&lt;br /&gt;Ao vê-la assim, pensei,&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha toda a razão.&lt;br /&gt;A minha ingratidão&lt;br /&gt;Não tem conta nem medida.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sem mim não tem vida&lt;br /&gt;E eu sem ela, também não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sem ela também não&lt;br /&gt;Consigo viver feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A minha guitarra só quis&lt;br /&gt;Livrar-me da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Despertou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Com as suas melodias&lt;br /&gt;E tristezas, arrelias,&lt;br /&gt;Pertencem já ao passado.&lt;br /&gt;Com a guitarra e os Blues,&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz, todos os dias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava eu mais uma vez na web durante uma das minhas pausas no estudo quando encontrei este texto de autor desconhecido, decidi "postar" aqui o poema pois poderia muito bem ter sido escrito por mim se eu por acaso tivesse a capacidade de exprimir certos sentimentos e ideias por palavras. E como estou agora cá por terras da zona de Lisboa e sinto algumas saudades de dar algum uso as minhas guitarras achei muito apropriado. &lt;br /&gt;Como notinha de rodapé informo os leitores que enquanto tive a ideia de escrever este "post" estava eu a ouvir o tema &lt;em&gt;While my guitar gently weeps &lt;/em&gt;dos Beatles, tema composto por George Harrison por isso achei bem deixar-vos aqui o vídeo da versão acústica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKy73uTOhDc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKy73uTOhDc" 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/628064120654769145-6164013903066666885?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6164013903066666885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6164013903066666885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6164013903066666885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6164013903066666885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/minha-guitarra.html' title='A minha Guitarra...'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwtSO7HH2oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/M_n4Q052HPo/s72-c/0100102808_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-8440537372658885171</id><published>2007-10-08T01:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:10:27.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenha sempre um saquinho a mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0cDxeXnGUA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0cDxeXnGUA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava eu mais uma vez a "surfar" pelos vídeos desse famoso site de vídeos o "You Tube" quando encontrei este vídeo o qual achei muito divertido e também muito didatico, pelo menos para algumas pessoas; Principalmente para alguns pilotos que por ai andam e que levam os passageiros (ou passageiras) mais aventureiros e destemidos a dar umas "cambalhotas","trambolhões", "piruetas", "chouriçadas" ou como lá como preferirem chamar ás tentativas de fazer como deve ser as manobras de acrobacia mais simples. Temos aqui um piloto e o seu jovem passageiro aparentemente muito motivado e interessado, quem sabe se não virá ele mesmo a ser um aluno daqui a uns tempos. O piloto o qual me parece ser instrutor, pois esta a voar o avião do lado direito enquanto demonstra ao seu jovem passageiro as tais manobras de acrobacia dentro de um Cessna 152, sim a maioria de vocês pode não saber mas um dos aviões ditos de "escola" fabricados em maior quantidade no mundo inteiro é capaz de fazer manobras acrobáticas. Bem no decorrer do voo tudo é normal...mas á medida que as tais manobras vão sendo feitas as coisas começam a mudar de figura de uma maneira bastante previsível. O nosso entusiasmado passageiro começa a sentir-se ligeiramente indisposto e reparem na forma como o piloto lida com a situação de forma eficaz e muito profissional.&lt;br /&gt; Como nota para os meus amigos pilotos que possam estar a ler este post devem ter em mente quando levarem uma passageira de mini-saia e começarem a fazer &lt;em&gt;loopings&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;toneux&lt;/em&gt; para verem e apreciarem atentamente as pernas da passageira devem ter em atenção o conforto da menina ou senhora em causa, evitem a todo o custo os entusiasmos durante as "manobras" pois podem ser criadas algumas situações menos agradáveis e algumas até bem mais graves. Por isso incluam no vosso "pre-Flight check" a verificação da existência do saquinho de enjoo (de preferência não transparente) no interior da aeronave e em local bastante acessível.&lt;br /&gt;Pois não queremos passageiras enjoadas que terminem um voo muito interessante e divertido com a cabeça metida num saco "a chamar pelo Gregório".&lt;br /&gt;Alem do mais temos todos de zelar pelo conforto e segurança das passageiras...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8440537372658885171?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/8440537372658885171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=8440537372658885171' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8440537372658885171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8440537372658885171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/tenha-sempre-um-saquinho-mo.html' title='Tenha sempre um saquinho a mão'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-9221935423894242638</id><published>2007-10-08T01:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:55.833Z</updated><title type='text'>High Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rwl1MbHH2nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_JkzmYvXB8w/s1600-h/8668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rwl1MbHH2nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_JkzmYvXB8w/s320/8668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118751307779791474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth&lt;br /&gt;And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;&lt;br /&gt;Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things&lt;br /&gt;You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung&lt;br /&gt;High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,&lt;br /&gt;I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung&lt;br /&gt;My eager craft through footless falls of air...&lt;br /&gt;Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue&lt;br /&gt;I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace&lt;br /&gt;Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew – &lt;br /&gt;And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod&lt;br /&gt;The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,&lt;br /&gt;Put out my hand and touched the face of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-9221935423894242638?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/9221935423894242638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=9221935423894242638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/9221935423894242638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/9221935423894242638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/high-flight.html' title='High Flight'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rwl1MbHH2nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_JkzmYvXB8w/s72-c/8668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1725119264767169515</id><published>2007-10-06T02:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:55.948Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rww4O7HH2rI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qTeOo8BKJ64/s1600-h/natrs03_lilienthal_klschlflg_q200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rww4O7HH2rI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qTeOo8BKJ64/s320/natrs03_lilienthal_klschlflg_q200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119528705450302130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can get a proper insight into the practice of flying only by actual flying experiments. . . . The manner in which we have to meet the irregularities of the wind, when soaring in the air, can only be learnt by being in the air itself. . . . The only way which leads us to a quick development in human flight is a systematic and energetic practice in actual flying experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Otto Lilienthal, 1896.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1725119264767169515?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1725119264767169515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1725119264767169515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1725119264767169515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1725119264767169515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-can-get-proper-insight-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rww4O7HH2rI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qTeOo8BKJ64/s72-c/natrs03_lilienthal_klschlflg_q200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-5669419817508748426</id><published>2007-10-05T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:56.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Fiat G-91 da Lago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwZOswcDNUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S9DLY5pD2ng/s1600-h/g91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwZOswcDNUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S9DLY5pD2ng/s320/g91.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117864557376910658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwZOtAcDNVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uZ8_Ilnk5vI/s1600-h/g91tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwZOtAcDNVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uZ8_Ilnk5vI/s320/g91tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117864561671877970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como provavelmente devem ter reparado este é o meu primeiro post relativo ao Flight Simulator da Microsoft, programa o qual eu utilizo bastantes vezes, em segundo ou terceiro lugar logo a seguir ao Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Recebi este novo addon de mais uma aeronave para o Flight simulator e por ser muito recente o meu voo como test pilot nesta aeronave aqui ficam os meus comentários.&lt;br /&gt;Este Fiat G91 da empresa de software italiana Lago é deveras interessante pois não é uma aeronave muito comum nas listas de addons do Flight Simulator, e aviso desde já que não me vou adiantar muito naquilo que diz respeito a operação da aeronave no mundo real, mas não posso deixar de referir o importante papel que a mesma desempenhou na Força aérea portuguesa ao longo de vários anos de serviço operacional. &lt;br /&gt;No aspecto visual da aeronave não posso fazer grandes reparos, a mesma vem bem fornecida de vários esquemas de pintura e alguns bastante interessantes como podem ver nas duas fotos. No modelo visual eu pessoalmente acho que seria bom ter os G91 operados pela FAP com algum armamento debaixo das asas e também pelo menos um dos esquemas de pintura usados da guerra do ultramar. Isto tendo em conta que os únicos G91 a terem um baptismo de fogo em combate operacional foram os operados por Portugal na guerra de África, logo com valor histórico de inportancia penso que seria relevante a sua inclusão.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das coisas que me surpreendeu mais neste avião foi o som da turbina, penso estar muito realista se bem que nunca estive sentado dentro do real com a turbina a "turbinar" mas tendo em conta as vezes que o vi e ouvi do lado de fora está quanto a mim bastante realista.&lt;br /&gt;E outra coisa a qual achei muito interessante foi o facto de o piloto ter que ter muitos cuidados com a operação da turbina, pois este G91 simula de forma interessante os limites de operação da turbina, tendo o piloto de se empenhar muito para o "fogareiro" não se apagar. Por isso meus amigos, olhinhos nos instrumentos de motor e mãozinha esquerda sempre a jeito no &lt;em&gt;Throtle&lt;/em&gt;, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Como avião vocacionado também para missões CAP (Close air support) como seria de espera é bastante ágil quer a baixas , quer a altas altitudes, se bem que achei ser bastante permissivo em termos de operação de velocidades. acho que o modelo de voo está aerodinamicamente demasiado limpo, logo é lento a dissipar as velocidades o que quanto a mim neste avião não se torna muito realista por ter uma relação peso potencia melhor do que a que tem no mundo real. A Lago poderia de algum modo remediar esta característica menos boa se o modelo visual não tivesse os &lt;em&gt;drop tanks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRÓS:&lt;br /&gt;-Modelo visual&lt;br /&gt;-Realismo da operação da turbina&lt;br /&gt;-Bom cockpit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTRAS:&lt;br /&gt;-Modelo de voo demasiado limpo aerodinamicamente&lt;br /&gt;-Iluminação do cockpit não muito realista (mas eficaz no FS)&lt;br /&gt;-Ausência de armamento no modelo visual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-5669419817508748426?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/5669419817508748426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=5669419817508748426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5669419817508748426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5669419817508748426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/fiat-g-91-da-lago.html' title='Fiat G-91 da Lago'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwZOswcDNUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S9DLY5pD2ng/s72-c/g91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-813496393107029113</id><published>2007-10-02T07:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:56.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember that night II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwHl2hpSInI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zcmtL9mNC4Q/s1600-h/blackstrat_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwHl2hpSInI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zcmtL9mNC4Q/s400/blackstrat_06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116623376576815730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caros amigos já tive tempo para ouvir e ver atentamente o novo DVD da ultima digressão do David Gilmour o qual como seria de esperar nada me decepcionou. Achei deveras mais interessante que o da digressão anterior o qual era num estilo mais intimista e acústico. Neste temos um Gilmour mais Floyd, mais eléctrico e que não fica nada atrás das digressões do Pulse. Gilmour é Gilmour com ou sem Roger Waters, claro que eu como verdadeiro fá dos Pink Floyd adoraria voltar a ver os 4 senhores todos juntos em palco como fizeram no Live Eight mas eu pessoalmente não acredito que volte a acontecer. Pois também acho que os Pink Floyd sem o Roger Waters não são a mesma coisa; sem qualquer desprestigio para ou outros três membros da banda.&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao DVD &lt;em&gt;Remember that night&lt;/em&gt;, devo referir que gostei muito da interpretação do novo álbum a solo de David Gilmour chamado &lt;em&gt;On an island&lt;/em&gt;, o qual não sendo um álbum comercial deveria na minha opinião ser mais publicitado nas rádios. No concerto do Royal ALbert Hall não poderiam faltar os temas antigos dos Pink Floyd como por exemplo o &lt;em&gt;Echoes&lt;/em&gt; ou a &lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt; os quais nos fazem viajar no tempo até aos anos 70 ou a locais místicos como Pompeia.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que vale a pena referir a qualidade dos músicos que acompanham David nesta digressão e claro que não poderia faltar a referencia a presença em palco de outro membro dos Pink Floyd o senhor Rick Wright nos teclados.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se tiverem oportunidade ouçam e vejam este DVD, quer sejam fãs de longa data dos Pink Floyd,com ou sem Roger Waters (ou não); ou simplesmente tenham idade inferior a 30 anos e estejam agora a descobrir os novos caminhos a solo do "dono" das guitarras dos Floyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-813496393107029113?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/813496393107029113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=813496393107029113' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/813496393107029113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/813496393107029113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/10/remember-that-night-ii.html' title='Remember that night II'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RwHl2hpSInI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zcmtL9mNC4Q/s72-c/blackstrat_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3146772667945589504</id><published>2007-09-28T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:56.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Livro de reclamaçoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rv0PnwzKYNI/AAAAAAAAADw/wWoZLiQkA3k/s1600-h/prod_104_12000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rv0PnwzKYNI/AAAAAAAAADw/wWoZLiQkA3k/s400/prod_104_12000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115261927551557842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem caros amigos e amigas, este meu blog já existe há algum tempo já contem umas entradas, umas mais interessantes do que outras, sei muito bem que a maioria delas são sobre aviação mas é o assunto que mais frequentemente me vem á cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;E aproveito também para pedir desculpa em relação a alguns possíveis pontapés na gramática, pois ás vezes sou um bocado distraído.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que acharem que devem comentar construtivamente ou não alguma coisa por favor não se acanhem e estejam´perfeitamente á vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos ou abraços, conforme o caso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3146772667945589504?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3146772667945589504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3146772667945589504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3146772667945589504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3146772667945589504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/livro-de-reclamaoes.html' title='Livro de reclamaçoes'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rv0PnwzKYNI/AAAAAAAAADw/wWoZLiQkA3k/s72-c/prod_104_12000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-975678918766144495</id><published>2007-09-28T03:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:56.622Z</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Ground Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvxmGgzKYMI/AAAAAAAAADo/g8NoWaCFivw/s1600-h/14845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvxmGgzKYMI/AAAAAAAAADo/g8NoWaCFivw/s320/14845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115075538855813314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriam possíveis muitos comentários em relação a esta bela foto, mas não me vou "estender" muito nesse campo pelo menos por escrito aqui no meu blog, pois é importante manter o bom nível moral e bons costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso referir com muitas certezas que a aeronave ao fundo é um Mig-29 Fulcrum. esta foto foi tirada em local e data desconhecida, infelizmente também não sei quem foi o fotografo sortudo que "apanhou" este belo momento com esta "ground crew" de primeira categoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso só posso exclamar o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT´S WHAT I CALL A TARGET RICH ENVIRONEMENT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-975678918766144495?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/975678918766144495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=975678918766144495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/975678918766144495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/975678918766144495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/seriam-possveis-muitos-comentrios-em.html' title='The Perfect Ground Crew'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvxmGgzKYMI/AAAAAAAAADo/g8NoWaCFivw/s72-c/14845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-2744938541000981830</id><published>2007-09-28T03:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:56.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Velhas (belas) Maquinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvxjEQzKYLI/AAAAAAAAADg/JKk9m2LPDwY/s1600-h/0801754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvxjEQzKYLI/AAAAAAAAADg/JKk9m2LPDwY/s320/0801754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115072201666224306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava eu a "surfar" no Airliners.net esse bem conhecido site de fotografias de aviação quando deparei com esta bela foto da versão militar do DC-3 Dakota denominado  C-47 o qual se encontra nas instalaçoes do Museu do Ar na base aérea nº1 em Sintra.&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor Luís Pontes está de parabéns e não poderia de forma alguma deixar de fazer referencia ao nome do autor desta bela foto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-2744938541000981830?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/2744938541000981830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=2744938541000981830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2744938541000981830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/2744938541000981830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/velhas-belas-maquinas.html' title='Velhas (belas) Maquinas'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvxjEQzKYLI/AAAAAAAAADg/JKk9m2LPDwY/s72-c/0801754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6030520967291826650</id><published>2007-09-27T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:56.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Voo Nocturno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvuHAgzKYKI/AAAAAAAAADY/6DnJhxlfbBU/s1600-h/0779539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvuHAgzKYKI/AAAAAAAAADY/6DnJhxlfbBU/s320/0779539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114830244683604130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já lá vai há algum tempo as primeiras vezes em que voei de noite, os primeiros voos que fazemos após o pôr do sol são difíceis de esquecer pois tudo se torna algo diferente daquilo a que estamos habituados. Passamos a ter uma perspectiva muito diferente das coisas e muitas vezes somos enganados pelos nossos próprios sentidos. Para alem de toda a beleza de voar na escuridão o nível de exigência também é maior e logicamente como podem deduzir também se torna mais cansativo principalmente na fase de instrução com um qualquer instrutor a dar-me uns "abanões" para eu não me distrair das minhas funções e principais objectivos da "missão", porque mesmo por breves momentos em que queremos desfrutar um pouco da paisagem nocturna dá logo para "entornarmos" a aeronave e corremos mesmo o risco de ficarmos algo desorientados. Uma dessas noites o instrutor que me tinha "saído na rifa" saiu-se com a seguinte frase: ...afinal és Gay ou não???... imaginem só o meu estado de choque e espanto depois de ouvir tal coisa, fiquei por uns segundos sem reacção, ainda para mais isto aconteceu após a descolagem e ainda não tinha-mos cruzados sequer os 1000 Pés (para quem não sabe são 300 metritos) mas depois de desviar parte do meu processo mental e libertar um pouco o meu "workload", lá respondi, e disse:&lt;br /&gt;...Pá não sou nada disso, mas bolas isso vem a propósito de quê?? o que ouvi a seguir foi só o confortável ronronar do motor do avião e de dentro da boca do instrutor nadinha. Nos meus auscultadores silencio total. Bem o voo continuou normalmente e nunca mais me lembrei do incidente pelo menos até a hora de me deitar e de ter chegado a altura de eu fazer o meu "self debrief" do voo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois pensei, bolas isto de ser aluno um gajo atura cada cena pá; mas depois de reflectir mais um pouco cheguei á brilhante conclusão que a função de instrutor também tem muito que se lhe diga, as vezes tem de "stressar" os alunos e existem muitas formas de o fazer. Os instrutores entre eles muitas vezes dizem que a malta na aviação que tem imaginação mais fértil são os alunos porque eles nunca sabem o que vai sair de dentro das cabeças deles; e agora eu pergunto-vos a voces o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Serão mesmo os alunos os que tem a imaginação mais fértil???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6030520967291826650?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6030520967291826650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6030520967291826650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6030520967291826650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6030520967291826650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/voo-nocturno.html' title='Voo Nocturno'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvuHAgzKYKI/AAAAAAAAADY/6DnJhxlfbBU/s72-c/0779539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7572371383996964013</id><published>2007-09-26T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:57.047Z</updated><title type='text'>Patrícia Vasconcelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvrfagzKYJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eQwWz4dpSk4/s1600-h/m_62db578b16760e9cfe3798d9ac45311a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvrfagzKYJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eQwWz4dpSk4/s400/m_62db578b16760e9cfe3798d9ac45311a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114645973406736530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE O AMOR FOSSE SÓ ISSO é o nome do novo album de Patrícia Vasconcelos, o qual na minha humilde opinião é um dos melhores albuns nacionais editados recentemente.&lt;br /&gt;Como alguns de voçes devem saber eu nao sou um ávido ouvinte de emissoras de rádio, pois denomino-me em parte como sendo um tipo "anti pop" mas descubri este album na Marginal FM a qual é a "minha" emissora aqui por terras de Lisboa. O tema chamado "Se o amor fosse só isso" chamou-me imediatamente a atençao para o trabalho da Patrícia e dos seus musícos aconpanhantes do seu novo album o qual tem alguns temas que não tem de forma alguma uma sonoridade muito comum em relação ao que é mais habitual nas produções musicais de origem nacional.&lt;br /&gt;Devo referir que hoje tambem tive o meu primeiro contacto com estes musícos no &lt;em&gt;Showcase&lt;/em&gt; da Fnac no Cascais Shopping no qual tive a oportunidade de converssar durante uns momentos com a Patrícia e membros da sua banda. E devo adiantar-vos que na performance ao vivo nao ficam nada atrás daquilo que está gravado no album.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sugiro-vos vivamente que o ouçam com ouvidos de ouvir se tiverem oportunidade para isso, provavelmente não ficarão de forma alguma desapontados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrícia Vasconcelos begins her career as a casting director in 1989. She signs a long list of national and foreign films, TV serials and programmes and well over one hundred TV commercials. Films such as Sinais de Fogo (Luís Filipe Rocha), Mortinho por Chegar a Casa (Carlos Silva and George Sluizer), Adeus Pai (Luís Filipe Rocha), Tentação (Joaquim Leitão), Zona J (Leonel Vieira), Jaime and Os Imortais (António-Pedro Vasconcelos), La reine Margot (Patrice Chereau), Alice (Marco Martins) and O crime do Padre Amaro (Carlos Coelho da Silva). TV productions such as SIC channel´s Telefilms, Amo-te Teresa, Facas e Anjos, Mustang, Alta Fidelidade, Lampião da Estrela, Aniversário, etc.... Patrícia was also a guest professor of Casting Techniques at the Universidade Moderna, the Universidade Lusófona, the Oporto Academia Contemporânea do Espectáculo and at several Model agencies. In the summer of 2000 she felt motivated to go further and organize the Act workshops that included teaching actors technical skills for film and TV. She is a co-founder of ACT with Elsa Valentim in 2001. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the experience as a jazz singer at the film Os Imortais, directed by her father António-Pedro Vasconcelos, she starts having voice lessons at the Hot Club Portugal with the teacher Joana Rios who stimulates her to begin her dream, singing.. Since May of 2006 she is the jingle's voice of Marginal Radio (98.1 FM). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerts: 2004 to 2006: Lisbon (Speakeasy, Sacramento, BBC, CCB, Santiago Alquimista, Onda jazz, Sitio do Cefalópode, Café com Alma), Vilamoura (Vilamoura Jazz Club), Aljezur (festival Jazz..Abrir, El Colesterol), Lagos (Stevie Rays); Aldeia do Meco (Kult), Alvor (Restinga Ria).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in: http://www.myspace.com/patriciavasconcelos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7572371383996964013?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7572371383996964013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7572371383996964013' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7572371383996964013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7572371383996964013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/patrcia-vasconcelos.html' title='Patrícia Vasconcelos'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvrfagzKYJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eQwWz4dpSk4/s72-c/m_62db578b16760e9cfe3798d9ac45311a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7916445059363244737</id><published>2007-09-26T04:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:57.178Z</updated><title type='text'>Lockheed Martin F-16 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rvna-QzKYHI/AAAAAAAAADA/2NsiCWZH--g/s1600-h/Foto-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rvna-QzKYHI/AAAAAAAAADA/2NsiCWZH--g/s320/Foto-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114359615052210290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pratt-Whitney F100-PW-220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimensões:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envergadura.................. 9,45 m&lt;br /&gt;Comprimento.................. 15,03&lt;br /&gt;Altura....................... 5,09 m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performances:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velocidade máxima............ MACH 2.05&lt;br /&gt;Raio de acção................ 3.800 Km (2100 MN)&lt;br /&gt;Tecto de serviço............. 50.000 fts&lt;br /&gt;Peso vazio................... 7.390 Kg&lt;br /&gt;Peso máx. descolagem......... 16.057 Kg&lt;br /&gt;Tripulação................... 1&lt;br /&gt;Combustivel.................. 7160 lbs + 6730 lbs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O F-16MLU, muito embora exteriormente seja semelhante ao F-16OCU, sofreu alterações que o colocam ao nível dos melhores aviões de caça do mundo. As modificações mais significativas incluem um conjunto de novos equipamentos e o software que os integra, os quais viabilizam a operação deste avião em qualquer cenário de combate, e que são as seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computador de voo sofisticado e a consequente actualização do software de combate; redesenho do cockpit e do interface piloto-máquina; radar com melhores capacidades, quer no emprego ar-ar, quer em ar-solo; identificador electrónico de aeronaves; incorporação de GPS; incorporação de Data Modem e de Link16; incorporação de capacidade de comunicação criptográfica; capacidade de utilização de Night Vision Goggles (NVG) e de Helmet Mounted Sight; incorporação de sistemas de auto-protecção integrados. &lt;br /&gt;Esta transformação confere à aeronave novas capacidades, sendo as mais relevantes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- detecção de alvos aéreos e terrestres a longa distância;&lt;br /&gt;- operação em quaisquer condições meteorológicas e de luminosidade;&lt;br /&gt;- identificação de outras aeronaves através de meios de detecção electrónica;&lt;br /&gt;- integração em redes de gestão do campo de batalha;&lt;br /&gt;- emprego de mísseis anti aéreos de longo alcance;&lt;br /&gt;- emprego de armamento anti-navio e anti terrestre de longo alcance;&lt;br /&gt;- emprego de armamento de precisão com guiamento LASER ou GPS;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7916445059363244737?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7916445059363244737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7916445059363244737' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7916445059363244737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7916445059363244737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/lockheed-martin-f-16-am.html' title='Lockheed Martin F-16 AM'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rvna-QzKYHI/AAAAAAAAADA/2NsiCWZH--g/s72-c/Foto-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-3155097651407379007</id><published>2007-09-26T04:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:57.488Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita a Monte Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvnT8wzKYEI/AAAAAAAAACo/__-qEU61bqA/s1600-h/MReal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvnT8wzKYEI/AAAAAAAAACo/__-qEU61bqA/s200/MReal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114351892701012034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvnTjAzKYDI/AAAAAAAAACg/rjv5lS1w5Xk/s1600-h/ba5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvnTjAzKYDI/AAAAAAAAACg/rjv5lS1w5Xk/s200/ba5.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114351450319380530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como prometido vou continuar aqui com o relato da minha visita à base aérea nº5 em Monte Real no passado dia 21. Como devem calcular o ponto alto foi a visita à esquadra 301 Jaguares. Depois de entrar na porta de armas da base e ter sido muito bem recebido percorri um bom numero de kilometros até chegar ao edifício da esquadra 301, o qual a quando da minha chegada estava muito calmo e silencioso, e de acordo com as instruções que eu tinha recebido entrei e aguardei na bela sala de estar enquanto observava atentamente todas as maquetes e quadros com aviões da esquadra. Como alguns de vocês devem saber a esquadra 301 é a única esquadra tiger da nossa força aérea, logo por isso naquele local não faltam os motivos tiger como seria de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;A espera não foi muito longa, também ainda deu tempo para desfolhar a revista "mais alto" até que me encontrei pessoalmente com o Capitão PILAV que me facultou a tão desejada visita e a quem desde já muito agradeço.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto a conversa decorreu normalmente, falamos das "saídas" da esquadra feitas nesse mesmo dia durante a manha, tinha sido uma saída "TASMO" a qual englobava um treino de ataque a uns barcos da marinha holandesa algures no oceano Atlântico.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto recebi uma visita guiada ao resto das instalações, gabinetes de trabalho dos pilotos, pois isto de ser "jet jockey" ao contrário de aquilo que alguns de vocês possam pensar tem muito trabalhinho frente a uma secretária. As salas de &lt;em&gt;briefings&lt;/em&gt; e planeamento de missão também mereceram uma rápida visita mas o que mais gostei de ver na visita na esquadra foi a sala dos equipamentos de voo, aquela onde tem o equipamento pessoal dos pilotos, Anti G, capacetes etc... claro q para a maioria das pessoas poderá não ter muito interesse, mas para mim que sou um verdadeiro aficionado destas coisas da aviação é muito interessante e ainda para mais tendo sido o meu primeiro contacto com a aviação militar. O meu interesse inicial em grande parte devido ao modelismo de aeronaves não se restringia só aos esquemas de pintura e tipo de armamento das aeronaves que reproduzia em kits.&lt;br /&gt;E depois disto tudo seguimos para a parte da visita onde iria ver os recentes F-16 MLU estacionados nos &lt;em&gt;shelters&lt;/em&gt;, mas esses detalhes ficam para depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-3155097651407379007?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/3155097651407379007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=3155097651407379007' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3155097651407379007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/3155097651407379007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/visita-monte-real.html' title='Visita a Monte Real'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvnT8wzKYEI/AAAAAAAAACo/__-qEU61bqA/s72-c/MReal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6849888982241037659</id><published>2007-09-25T06:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:57.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Burros do Azinhoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvitpAzKYBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lgjwUHdKgw8/s1600-h/curiosidade_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvitpAzKYBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lgjwUHdKgw8/s200/curiosidade_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114028296980029458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caros amigos, se visitam este blog regularmente e se por acaso perderam um pouco do vosso precioso tempo e ver as coisas que eu faço para me entreter, devem ter reparado no video que tenho num post anterior relativo a um voo no avião do Centro internacional de voo á vela de Mogadouro e muito Provavelmente terão reparado que a uma dada parte do video surge nas imagens dentro do cockpit uma carta de jogar com a figura de um burro, pois se repararam talvez tenham ficado a pensar qual o motivo da existência de um dos melhores exemplares da Raça Asinina dentro de um cockpit de uma aeronave. muito provavelmente devem ter achado deveras estranho; se bem que na aviação militar não é tão invulgar assim, mas bolas, dentro do cockpit é coisa rara, digo eu...e ainda para mais um burro!&lt;br /&gt;Bem , mas também devo informar que não devem correr o risco de pensar que o tal "Burro" seja um dos membros da tripulação pois assim o meu ego ficaria em muitos maus lençóis.&lt;br /&gt;Passo a explicar; Quando eu fiz o voo registado no video um dos meus melhores amigos e "head of training" do Centro de Voo a Vela estava a jogar cartas á porta do hangar com um dos mecânicos, e quando me viu a preparar a minha "missão", estando eu a fazer o meu "pre Flight check" veio na minha direcção de mãos nos bolsos e muito sério com a sua forma natural de "gozão" e disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;...Pedro, caiu alguma foto da tua carteira???, logo eu respondi-lhe que não, pois não ando com fotos dentro da minha carteira. Ele com o seu ar de gozo logo se apressou a entregar-me para a mão uma carta do Joker do baralho de cartas, carta essa que em vez do tradicional Joker continha a figura dum burro com um ar muito sorridente. Desatei a rir juntamente com as pessoas que lá estavam no momento, peguei na carta do burrito e levei-a comigo para dentro do avião e como havia um espaço livre junto ao velocímetro do avião fixei-a lá.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de fechar a cannopy fiz os procedimentos de por em marcha e ao iniciar a rolagem pela placa, virei ligeiramente a cauda do avião para onde estavam o meu amigo mais o mecânico divertidos a jogar as cartas e a digerir uma boa posta á mirandesa, pois como podem imaginar estraguei-lhes o joguito, criei tamanha confusão em cima daquela mesa de praia, quem viu disse que andavam de rabo para o ar a tentar apanhar as cartas que voavam dentro do hangar, até consigo imaginar a cena.&lt;br /&gt;Bem e lá fui eu e o João para a soleira da pista e leva-mos o burro a voar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma das muitas coisas que a aviação tem de interessante são mesmo estes episódios de boa disposição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como conclusão disto tudo devo referir que o aeródromo de Mogadouro se encontra bem juntinho á aldeia de Azinhoso na qual todos os anos se faz uma feira onde as principais atracções são os burros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas curiosas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A freguesia do Azinhoso, que pertence ao concelho de Mogadouro, foi vila e sede de concelho entre 1386 e o início do século XIX. &lt;br /&gt;No concelho de Mogadouro, as feiras sempre tiveram um enorme impacto, nomeadamente a Feira Anual do Azinhoso, cuja frequência era obrigatória para a maioria da população nordestina, tendo por isso uma influência não só de concelhia mas também regional, com principal relevância para os concelhos circundantes. O burro era a personagem principal desta feira. &lt;br /&gt;A Feira do Azinhoso foi instituída por El-Rei D. Dinis aquando da sua visita ao santuário da Nossa Sra. do Carrasco ou Nossa Sra. do Azinhoso, decorria o ano de 1287 quando, segundo reza a história a aclamada visita régia presenteou a pacata população da freguesia de Azinhoso. Esta era caracterizada pela mostra e comércio de gado asinino e equino. Nas vésperas da feira começavam a chegar de todos os lados grupos de burricos, cavalos e mulas que pernoitavam em currais e curraladas locais. A Feira Anual do Azinhoso foi revitalizada em 2004 pela Associação para o Estudo e Protecção do Gado Asinino (AEPGA) em conjunto com a Junta de Freguesia de Azinhoso e a população local, procurando recuperar as tradições, e.g. a gincana de burros, e promover e incentivar a preservação da raça asinina de Miranda, actualmente em vias de extinção. Esta feira realiza-se durante as festas da Nossa Sra. da Natividade no segundo domingo de Setembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in: Espigueiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6849888982241037659?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/6849888982241037659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=6849888982241037659' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6849888982241037659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6849888982241037659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/burros-do-azinhoso.html' title='Burros do Azinhoso'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvitpAzKYBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lgjwUHdKgw8/s72-c/curiosidade_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1248708260376416390</id><published>2007-09-25T05:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:57.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem comentários</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RviLOgzKYAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_eWmGNCfbNA/s1600-h/1040970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RviLOgzKYAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_eWmGNCfbNA/s200/1040970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113990458318151682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem comentários, depois de encontrar esta foto num conhecido site de fotografia de aviação fiquei mesmo sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;A aeronave em causa é um Fiat G91 da Força Aérea Portuguesa e está "encostada" a &lt;br /&gt;apodrecer numa qualquer sucata da zona de Pombal. &lt;br /&gt;Não podemos olhar para estes aviões como sendo só meras máquinas de destruição e terror que lançaram bombas e napalm nas provincias do ultramar, pois estas mesmas máquinas também prestaram muitas vezes um importante apoio a muitos Portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;Logo têm um grande valor histórico e devem ter o respeito e cuidado que muito merecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode isto acontecer num país dito civilizado no início do séc XXI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, é mesmo motivo para dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sem Comentários...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1248708260376416390?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/1248708260376416390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=1248708260376416390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1248708260376416390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1248708260376416390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/sem-comentrios.html' title='Sem comentários'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RviLOgzKYAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_eWmGNCfbNA/s72-c/1040970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-7732050053535530125</id><published>2007-09-22T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:57.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember that night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvV6JgzKX-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XneKaIWJTtw/s1600-h/david+strat+black.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvV6JgzKX-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XneKaIWJTtw/s320/david+strat+black.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113127255791001570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem para os interessados aqui fica a informação que já está no mercado o DVD da digressão do álbum &lt;em&gt;On an Island &lt;/em&gt;do David Gilmour. Já tenho o DVD mas ainda não o vi, mas mesmo assim sei que não ficarei decepcionado com o conteúdo gravado na mítica sala do Royal Albert Hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7732050053535530125?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7732050053535530125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7732050053535530125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7732050053535530125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7732050053535530125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/remember-that-night.html' title='Remember that night'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvV6JgzKX-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XneKaIWJTtw/s72-c/david+strat+black.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-5572482687689903022</id><published>2007-09-22T03:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:58.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita á casa dos Jaguares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvSISwzKX9I/AAAAAAAAABs/mQh3pW6s3IU/s1600-h/noticia7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvSISwzKX9I/AAAAAAAAABs/mQh3pW6s3IU/s200/noticia7-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112861332890869714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvSHtAzKX8I/AAAAAAAAABk/dkoSSmnOalQ/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvSHtAzKX8I/AAAAAAAAABk/dkoSSmnOalQ/s200/Image2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112860684350808002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois caros amigo, lá foi desta que entrei na casa ( ou covil ) dos Jaguares, para quem não sabe é a esquadra 301 a qual actualmente opera na BA5 Monte Real os F16 MLU.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma visita agradável e como devem calcular muito interessante para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Irei colocar mais detalhes brevemente.&lt;br /&gt;Não esperem fotos de minha autoria pois desta vez ainda não levei a maquina fotográfica, pode ser que na próxima visita surja a oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esq301jaguares.home.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-5572482687689903022?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/5572482687689903022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=5572482687689903022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5572482687689903022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/5572482687689903022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/visita-casa-dos-jaguares.html' title='Visita á casa dos Jaguares'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RvSISwzKX9I/AAAAAAAAABs/mQh3pW6s3IU/s72-c/noticia7-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-4802787051014765319</id><published>2007-09-18T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:48:08.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal Air Show 2007</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXG7aVygFpk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXG7aVygFpk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXG7aVygFpk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá terminou mais uma edição do Portugal Airshow em Évora...eu não pus lá os pés mais uma vez, mas um amigo lembrou-se de mim e enviou-me este excelente video da passagem dos F16 da Esquadra 301 Jaguares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ver se lá vou em 2009 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-4802787051014765319?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/4802787051014765319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=4802787051014765319' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4802787051014765319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/4802787051014765319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/portugal-air-show-2007.html' title='Portugal Air Show 2007'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-1556630674044137588</id><published>2007-09-13T04:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:58.498Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase favorita :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ruir3wjpStI/AAAAAAAAABU/_2ymfDfBNew/s1600-h/photos_b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ruir3wjpStI/AAAAAAAAABU/_2ymfDfBNew/s200/photos_b6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109522751667391186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-1556630674044137588?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1556630674044137588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/1556630674044137588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_13.html' title='Frase favorita :)'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Ruir3wjpStI/AAAAAAAAABU/_2ymfDfBNew/s72-c/photos_b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-29050226712473089</id><published>2007-09-12T03:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:36:58.591Z</updated><title type='text'>De regresso á base</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RudV-wjpSsI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jk_He6Bpl4s/s1600-h/IMGP0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RudV-wjpSsI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jk_He6Bpl4s/s200/IMGP0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109146838949776066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olá a todos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive ausente destas vidas dos Blogs por algum tempo mas agora estou de regresso...&lt;br /&gt;Depois dos voos da Operação Floresta que este ano felizmente foi muito mais calma; das idas a Mogadouro; a Tires; Red Bull e de férias curtas etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-29050226712473089?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/29050226712473089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/29050226712473089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/09/de-volta-ao-blog.html' title='De regresso á base'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/RudV-wjpSsI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jk_He6Bpl4s/s72-c/IMGP0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628064120654769145.post-6535725350848499899</id><published>2007-09-12T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:44:23.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RED BULL AIR RACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhE4GqBPxQQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhE4GqBPxQQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aqui estão algumas excelentes fotos tiradas pelo meu amigo João Corredeira durante o maior evento aeronáutico do ano em Portugal o qual juntou nas margens do rio Douro 600000 pessoas, as quais todas de nariz bem no ar puderam disfrutar de um bom espetáculo.&lt;br /&gt; E ao que parece para o próximo ano vai haver mais...espero que o percurso seja bem mais interessante para o publico e mais exigente para os pilotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-6535725350848499899?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/6535725350848499899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/Rks7ix0sZpI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ip-bHVUADyM/s200/62284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065207674584196754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Used to play&lt;br /&gt;in a rock 'n' roll band,&lt;br /&gt;But they broke up.&lt;br /&gt;We were young and we were wild,&lt;br /&gt;It ate us up.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying&lt;br /&gt;who was right or wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-8256264956324062356?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8256264956324062356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/8256264956324062356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value='http://media.imeem.com/m/Be7fkYZiTE/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/Be7fkYZiTE/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;...comentem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um tema antigo de um grupo ingles dos anos 60 perdido na obscuridade do tempo, chamavam-se The Vipers. Eu só descubri o original depois de ouvir a verssão gravada pelo Paul MacCartney no album &lt;em&gt;Run Devil Run&lt;/em&gt;. Passado algum tempo decidi tentar gravar a solo este tema em minha casa e sem ajudas externas, por isso tive de gravar todos os instrumentos e cantar (ou tentar), o que me deu algumas horas de trabalho. Depois de muitas horas a ouvir e a misturar este é o resultado final...&lt;br /&gt;nada mal para uma gravação domestica :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no other baby&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no other baby&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;Cause no other baby thrills me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other women say be my daddy do&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other women say be my daddy do&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want no other baby but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little woman, lives just along the hall&lt;br /&gt;I got a little woman, lives just along the hall&lt;br /&gt;Most every evening, what?&lt;br /&gt;She's asking me to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no other baby&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no other baby&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;Cause no other baby thrills me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want me, then, baby, won't you hear my plea.&lt;br /&gt;If you still want me, then, baby, won't you hear my plea.&lt;br /&gt;If you still to love me, then, baby, come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no other baby&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no other baby&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;Cause no other baby thrills me like you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628064120654769145-7722367576818411069?l=pedrojferreira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/feeds/7722367576818411069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628064120654769145&amp;postID=7722367576818411069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7722367576818411069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628064120654769145/posts/default/7722367576818411069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrojferreira.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-other-baby.html' title='No Other Baby'/><author><name>Pedro Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321982138579553189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzmI8K1gymk/SgdSZd_rZxI/AAAAAAAABbI/L_497KzpGUg/S220/22032009055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
