<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post115736889000701880..comments</id><updated>2007-04-12T01:05:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Feira das Verdades: Um momento II</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/feeds/115736889000701880/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09185004528097565192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115747257977792239</id><published>2006-09-05T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:09:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E no fim ouvia-se mister Harry Connick Jr. singing...</title><content type='html'>E no fim ouvia-se mister Harry Connick Jr. singing:&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"It had to be you.. It had to be you. I wandered around and finally found the somebody who.. Could make me be true, could make me be blue, or even be sad just to be glad.. thinking of you.. pam pam pam pam.."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;R.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;PS: Now we know two things. Dear Joana has a very good taste in romantic comedies and is a hopeless (romantic) herlself.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115747257977792239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115747257977792239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157472540000#c115747257977792239' title=''/><author><name>R.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115747164040280529</id><published>2006-09-05T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:54:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amei.Mas fiquei mais triste, acho eu...Respondo co...</title><content type='html'>Amei.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Mas fiquei mais triste, acho eu...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Respondo com a minha declaração de amor preferida: &lt;BR/&gt;"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;in When Harry met Sally</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115747164040280529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115747164040280529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157471640000#c115747164040280529' title=''/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530645910535805475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00162227541265977347'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115746964191975576</id><published>2006-09-05T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:20:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou-lhe citar um dos melhores diálogos que alguma ...</title><content type='html'>Vou-lhe citar um dos melhores diálogos que alguma vez vi. Tire daí as suas elações.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"I know it's a cornball thing but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without.  If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this.  To make the journey and not fall deeply in love... well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;(in Meet Joe Black)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;R.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;PS: Nunca li tal livro. Mas o título é a minha cara.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115746964191975576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115746964191975576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157469600000#c115746964191975576' title=''/><author><name>R.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115745146768663646</id><published>2006-09-05T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:17:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois é, querido R., tenho de concordar mais ctg do...</title><content type='html'>Pois é, querido R., tenho de concordar mais ctg do que c a teresa... Também me cheira a falta de guts. Mas a vdd é q eu preciso de um homem ao meu lado que tenha guts e mto mais, q seja forte e q arrisque. Ou seja: o tal menino n é de certeza para mim. Certo?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;P.s.: Quando era mais nova li um livro que adorei, da Graça Gonçalves, que se chamava "gosto de ti. R.". És tu este R.?...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;:)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115745146768663646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115745146768663646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157451420000#c115745146768663646' title=''/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530645910535805475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00162227541265977347'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115740058598145155</id><published>2006-09-04T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:09:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O fruto proibido é sempre mais apetecido. Mulher c...</title><content type='html'>O fruto proibido é sempre mais apetecido. Mulher comprometida tem outro encanto. Roubar o que é de alguém "is a whole lot of fun"...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;R.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115740058598145155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115740058598145155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157400540000#c115740058598145155' title=''/><author><name>R.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115739894736431163</id><published>2006-09-04T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:42:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caro R,Aconselho-o a não incentivar!! Que a nossa ...</title><content type='html'>Caro R,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Aconselho-o a não incentivar!! Que a nossa Joaninha sabe bem que em terreno comprometido não se devia, SEQUER, cheirar...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;A meu ver, é normal que numa relação existam momentos em que se fraqueje, mas o que a torna mais forte é a resistência a esses momentos! verdad?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115739894736431163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115739894736431163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157398920000#c115739894736431163' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15083992299441202168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115739674663745668</id><published>2006-09-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS: Agora num tom sério (que também tenho), eu axo...</title><content type='html'>PS: Agora num tom sério (que também tenho), eu axo que ele não teve guts para ir até ao fim. Quis, teve vontade, etc.. Mas depois começou a pensar nas consequências e fraquejou. De qualquer forma, quem começa algo e não acaba não tem grande força de vontade e pior não sabe o que quer.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115739674663745668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115739674663745668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157396700000#c115739674663745668' title=''/><author><name>R.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115739643084700496</id><published>2006-09-04T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:00:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixou a namorada por dois, três momentos mági...</title><content type='html'>Não deixou a namorada por dois, três momentos mágicos? What a loser! Um momento mágico já é justa causa para deixar a namorada(e se não é devia ser). &lt;BR/&gt;Either way, whose loss is it? His!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;(Viram, o "whose" agora, como deve ser.. I know, I know.. obnoxious. But I'm saying it with a smile...)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Yours trully, R.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115739643084700496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115739643084700496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157396400000#c115739643084700496' title=''/><author><name>R.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115737035946077575</id><published>2006-09-04T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T04:45:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TU??? Ias MATAR a gaja que se andasse a fazer ao t...</title><content type='html'>TU??? Ias MATAR a gaja que se andasse a fazer ao teu namorado! E logo aseguir, matavas o próprio alegando que ele não tinha nada que mandar/dançar/conversar/flirtar com uma gaja qualquer!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Opção da tua semana: Já te disse que existem outras opções, não já?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Peace</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115737035946077575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/115736889000701880/comments/default/115737035946077575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html?showComment=1157370300000#c115737035946077575' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15083992299441202168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://afeiradasverdades.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-momento-ii.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33109614.post-115736889000701880' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33109614/posts/default/115736889000701880' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>