<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014</id><updated>2008-06-12T12:11:19.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Intelectual ?</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-8042822389835030653</id><published>2008-06-12T12:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:11:19.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>boot camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I must obey the rules,&lt;br /&gt;I must be tame and cool,&lt;br /&gt;No staring at the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;I must stay on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;In clusters of the mice,&lt;br /&gt;The smoke is in our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Like babies on display,&lt;br /&gt;Like angels in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;I must be pure and true,&lt;br /&gt;I must contain my views,&lt;br /&gt;There must be something else,&lt;br /&gt;There must be something good,&lt;br /&gt;Far away... far away from here...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/06/boot-camp.html' title='boot camp'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=8042822389835030653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/8042822389835030653'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/8042822389835030653'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-5306583352757459616</id><published>2008-06-03T15:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:26:55.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Powertrip</title><content type='html'>I want to be a cowboy star upon the screen...&lt;br /&gt;And I want to drive my cowboy car across the scene...&lt;br /&gt;And I want to write the magazines the housewives read...&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be in control of everything...&lt;br /&gt;I want to be king...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the toys you buy for Christmas Eve...&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be the father of the ethnic child who stars on T.V...!&lt;br /&gt;And I, I want to write the magazine the housewives read,&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the leaders of the third world to answer to me !&lt;br /&gt;I want to be king !&lt;br /&gt;So maybe now the pope will bow and kiss my ring !&lt;br /&gt;I want to be king !...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/06/powertrip.html' title='Powertrip'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=5306583352757459616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5306583352757459616'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5306583352757459616'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-7624372197921482650</id><published>2008-05-12T20:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:30:26.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it ! EU GMO Success !</title><content type='html'>Lutar compensa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the good news! European Commissioners yesterday overturned the European Food Safety Authority's (EFSA) "safe to eat" verdict for three new GM crops -- two varieties of GM maize and one variety of GM potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means the agro-chemical companies can't commercialize these crops in Europe for now. BASF's GM potato was only one European Union vote away from being released commercially. But the Commission has sent it to the back of the authorization queue.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, the Union's most senior lawmakers have publicly doubted the safety of GM crops. The &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff6600" href="http://www.email.greenpeace.org/heskapby_rnwmewz.html" target="_blank"&gt;EU Observer&lt;/a&gt; paper explains: "The European Commission normally adopts decisions based on the opinion of EFSA, which anti-GMO campaigners complain bases its investigations on data provided by the GM industry itself. It has always declared any GM crops it has studied to be safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get exactly what we wanted from today's meeting (i.e. EU decision to reject these GMOs outright), but public pressure and the weight of scientific opinion got us something that will send the agro-chemical industry and pro-GMO politicians reeling.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who knows the Commission can tell you: It wouldn't have happened without public pressure. All those postcards to Commissioner Dimas, emails to all the Commissioners, the petitions, the blog comments and the many actions these past six months -- they worked.&lt;br /&gt;What's more, Wednesday's decision means that the EFSA's GM crop evaluation process is broken -- so sending GM crops back to the same body over and over isn't good enough. There's more to do clearly, but this decision is an historic milestone for the movement, and a stumbling block for the GMO industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have been putting pressure on the industry and politicians about GMOs for years, others joined in only weeks or months ago. It's been a pleasure and an honour to journey with you all. It'll be a while still before we're rid of GMOs for good, but we'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;The European Commission is so opaque, we'll never know who voted what way. International, collective action can feel a bit like like that -- which is why it's so important to keep at it, keep sharing, and learning. Greenpeace can't do campaigns like this without financial support from 2.8 million people all over the world just like you. If you'd like to support our work with a donation, you can &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff6600" href="http://www.email.greenpeace.org/kvxblrib_rnwmewz.html?RECIPID=930736" target="_blank"&gt;give now online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in touch, and spread the great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at Greenpeace</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/05/we-did-it-eu-gmo-success.html' title='We did it ! EU GMO Success !'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=7624372197921482650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/7624372197921482650'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/7624372197921482650'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-6585319091475488511</id><published>2008-04-30T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:03:02.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Historic vote against GMOs</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important vote on GMOs is due to take place on 7 May in Brussels. The agro-chemical industry wants to get EU permission to grow pesticide-producing maize plants and a GM potato that contains an antibiotic resistant gene. We want EU Commissioners to say NO when they discuss the applications on 7 May. Our petitions, postcards, emails, blog comments and actions have helped bring the EU to this historic moment. Now, this is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff6600" href="http://www.email.greenpeace.org/wrdddppq_aertkrl.html?RECIPID=930736" target="_blank"&gt;Can you join us in writing directly to all the European Commissioners this week?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agro-chemical industry is already bombarding the Commission with lobbyists and messages. Greenpeace activists and campaigners are on the ground in Brussels, too. But with your voice, and your network of friends, we can deliver a louder, more direct message to Europe's top politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have contact details for all 27 European Commissioners, talking points you can use in your message to them, and links to further reading. The vast majority of EU citizens are opposed to GMOs, and emails direct from people who care ? in Europe, around the world ? can really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff6600" href="http://www.email.greenpeace.org/wrdddppw_aertkrl.html?RECIPID=930736" target="_blank"&gt;Please click here to take action.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking action before 7 May and for campaigning this far with us already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep you informed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at Greenpeace International</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/04/historic-vote-against-gmos.html' title='Historic vote against GMOs'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=6585319091475488511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/6585319091475488511'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/6585319091475488511'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-5599442722383953837</id><published>2008-04-28T13:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:03:49.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequim 2008: Quem defende o boicote é "oportunista", diz presidente do Comité Olímpico de Portugal</title><content type='html'>Eu tive que ler isto duas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_txtTextos"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Um boicote aos Jogos vai prejudicar naturalmente a República Popular da China, mas vai também prejudicar o povo chinês, já que o país fecha-se ainda mais e a população não terá oportunidade de conviver com outras realidades, nem de verificar que a realidade que lhe dizem não é exactamente igual à que se vive fora das suas fronteiras", disse Vicente Moura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em entrevista à Lusa, para sustentar a recusa de apoio a qualquer tipo de boicote aos Jogos, Vicente Moura socorreu-se também dos atletas, referindo que estes são claramente prejudicados, já que para muitos é a oportunidade de uma vida que se esgota.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Basicamente este senhor diz que é parvoice tentar defender os direitos de um povo oprimido porque há questões mais importantes como o facto da China se fechar mais (who cares ? Pena que não se feche de todo !) e que é chato porque os atletas ficam sem oportunidades de ir às provas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São pensamentos deste tipo que extreminaram milhões ao longo de anos... e só em Portugal é que uma pessoa, supostamente responsável, diz estas barbaridades sem ser demitida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam o artigo completo &lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1327044&amp;amp;idCanal=56"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, no Público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/04/pequim-2008-quem-defende-o-boicote.html' title='Pequim 2008: Quem defende o boicote é &quot;oportunista&quot;, diz presidente do Comité Olímpico de Portugal'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=5599442722383953837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5599442722383953837'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5599442722383953837'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-911903606972695086</id><published>2008-04-22T18:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:09:52.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E hoje é o Dia da Terra [Planeta].&lt;br /&gt;Lá dedicamos nós um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diazito&lt;/span&gt; para nos lembrarmos do mundo que nos dá abrigo e do qual nunca iremos sair... somos simpáticos e generosos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earthsite.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/320px-Earth_flag_PD-778989.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.earthsite.org/&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=911903606972695086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/911903606972695086'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/911903606972695086'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-3750401723965693966</id><published>2008-04-15T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:16:28.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>soon forget</title><content type='html'>Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette,&lt;br /&gt;Thinks he'll get the girl, he'll only get the mechanic...&lt;br /&gt;What's missing ? He's living a day he'll soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one more time around, the sun is going down,&lt;br /&gt;The moon is out, but he's drunk and shouting,&lt;br /&gt;Putting people down...he's pissing... he's living...&lt;br /&gt;A day he'll soon forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counts his money every morning,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps him horny,&lt;br /&gt;Locked in a giant house, that's alarming...&lt;br /&gt;The townsfolk... they all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is the fool who trades his love for high-rise rent,&lt;br /&gt;Seems the more you make, equals the loneliness you get,&lt;br /&gt;and it's fitting,... he's barely living... a day he'll soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one more time around,... there is not a sound,&lt;br /&gt;He's lying dead clutching Benjamins,... never put the money down,&lt;br /&gt;He's stiffening,... we're all whistling...&lt;br /&gt;A man we'll soon forget...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/04/soon-forget.html' title='soon forget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=3750401723965693966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/3750401723965693966'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/3750401723965693966'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-5247770714207557813</id><published>2008-04-10T13:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:44:12.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Geração do Ecrã</title><content type='html'>Desculpem se trago hoje à baila a história da professora agredida pela aluna, numa escola do Porto, um caso de que já toda a gente falou, mas estive longe da civilização por uns dias e, diante de tudo o que agora vi e ouvi (sim, também vi o vídeo), palavra que a única coisa que acho verdadeiramente espantosa é o espanto das pessoas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/20-745650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/20-745633.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quem não tem entrado numa escola nestes últimos anos, só quem não contacta com gente desta idade, só quem não anda nas ruas nem nos transportes públicos, só quem nunca viu os 'Morangos com açúcar', só quem tem andado completamente cego (e surdo) de todo é que pode ter ficado surpreendido.&lt;br /&gt;Se isto fosse o caso isolado de uma aluna que tivesse ultrapassado todos os limites e agredido uma professora pelo mais fútil dos motivos – bem estaríamos nós! Haveria um culpado, haveria um castigo, e o caso arrumava-se.&lt;br /&gt;Mas casos destes existem pelas escolas do país inteiro. (Só mesmo a Sr.ª ministra - que não entra numa escola sem avisar… - é que tem coragem de afirmar que não existe violência nas escolas…)&lt;br /&gt;Este caso só é mais importante do que outros porque apareceu em vídeo, e foi levado à televisão, e agora sim, agora sabemos finalmente que a violência existe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que isto não tem apenas a ver com uma aluna, ou com uma professora, ou com uma escola, ou com um estrato social.&lt;br /&gt;Isto tem a ver com qualquer coisa de muito mais profundo e muito mais assustador.&lt;br /&gt;Isto tem a ver com a espécie de geração que estamos a criar.&lt;br /&gt;Há anos que as nossas crianças não são educadas por pessoas. Há anos que as nossas crianças são educadas por ecrãs.&lt;br /&gt;E o vidro não cria empatia. A empatia só se cria se, diante dos nossos olhos, tivermos outros olhos, se tivermos um rosto humano.&lt;br /&gt;E por isso as nossas crianças crescem sem emoções, crescem frias por dentro, sem um olhar para os outros que as rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;Durante anos, foram criadas na ilusão de que tudo lhes era permitido.&lt;br /&gt;Durante anos, foram criadas na ilusão de que a vida era uma longa avenida de prazer, sem regras, sem leis, e que nada, absolutamente nada, dava trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;E durante anos os pais e os professores foram deixando que isto acontecesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aluna que agrediu esta professora (e onde estavam as auxiliares-não-sei-de-quê, que dantes se chamavam contínuas, que não deram por aquela barulheira e nem sequer se lembraram de abrir a porta da sala para ver o que se passava?) é a mesma que empurra um velho no autocarro, ou o insulta com palavrões de carroceiro (que me perdoem os carroceiros), ou espeta um gelado na cara de uma (outra) professora, e muitas outras coisas igualmente verdadeiras que se passam todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola, hoje, serve para tudo menos para estudar.&lt;br /&gt;A casa, hoje, serve para tudo menos para dar (as mínimas) noções de comportamento.&lt;br /&gt;E eles vão continuando a viver, desumanizados, diante de um ecrã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós deixamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alice Vieira&lt;br /&gt;In Jornal de Notícias, 30.3.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/04/desculpem-se-trago-hoje-baila-histria.html' title='Geração do Ecrã'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=5247770714207557813' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5247770714207557813'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5247770714207557813'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-7720882529657070200</id><published>2008-04-09T13:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:43:45.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Boat Captain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this just another day... this god forgotten place ?&lt;br /&gt;First comes love, then comes pain... Let the games begin...&lt;br /&gt;Questions rise and answers fall, insurmountable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love boat captain,&lt;br /&gt;Take the reigns and steer us towards the clear... here.&lt;br /&gt;It's already been sung, but it can't be said enough,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just another phase ? Earthquakes making waves...&lt;br /&gt;Trying to shake the cancer off ? Stupid human beings...&lt;br /&gt;Once you hold the hand of love... it's all surmountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, and make it the truth,&lt;br /&gt;That when all is lost there will be you...&lt;br /&gt;Cause to the universe, I don't mean a thing,&lt;br /&gt;And there's just one word I stil believe,&lt;br /&gt;And it's love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an art to live with pain, mix the light into grey...&lt;br /&gt;Lost 9 friends we'll never know, 2 years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;And if our lives became too long, would it add to our regret ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the young, they can lose hope cause they can't see beyond today...&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom that the old can't give away ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Constant recoil...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life,&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave you alone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love boat captain&lt;br /&gt;Take the reigns... steer us towards the clear...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's already been sung, can't be said enough.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need... all you need is love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/04/love-boat-captain.html' title='Love Boat Captain'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=7720882529657070200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/7720882529657070200'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/7720882529657070200'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-2932850222744911527</id><published>2008-03-27T00:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:23:48.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother do you think they'll like this song ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother should I build the wall ? &lt;a href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/mother_-730582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/mother_-729878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother should I run for president ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother should I trust the government ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother will they put me in the firing line ?&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo Is it just a waste of time ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother am I really dying ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.&lt;br /&gt;Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.&lt;br /&gt;Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.&lt;br /&gt;She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.&lt;br /&gt;Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm.&lt;br /&gt;Of course mama's gonna help build the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother do you think she's good enough -- for me ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother will she tear your little boy apart ?&lt;br /&gt;Mother will she break my heart ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush now baby, baby don't you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.&lt;br /&gt;Mama won't let anyone dirty get through.&lt;br /&gt;Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.&lt;br /&gt;Mama will always find out where you've been.&lt;br /&gt;Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be baby to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, did it need to be so high ...?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/03/mother.html' title='Mother'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=2932850222744911527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/2932850222744911527'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/2932850222744911527'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-1797026165304606001</id><published>2008-03-23T20:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:51:42.554Z</updated><title type='text'>Last Night I Dreamt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/be-with-me-711673.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/be-with-me-711590.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Last night I dreamt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That somebody loved me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hope, no harm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another false alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real arms around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hope, no harm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another false alarm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me how long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the last one ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tell me how long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the right one ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story is old - I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Goes on, and on and on...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/03/last-night-i-dreamt.html' title='Last Night I Dreamt...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=1797026165304606001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/1797026165304606001'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/1797026165304606001'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-9154933238387415350</id><published>2008-03-18T22:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:23:12.341Z</updated><title type='text'>The Trial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Trial3-721717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Trial3-721713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prosecutor:&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Worm your honor.&lt;br /&gt;The crown will plainly show&lt;br /&gt;The prisoner who now stands before you&lt;br /&gt;Was caught red-handed showing feelings&lt;br /&gt;Showing feelings of an almost human nature.&lt;br /&gt;This will not do...&lt;br /&gt;Call the schoolmaster !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolmaster:&lt;br /&gt;"I always said he'd come to no good &lt;a href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Trial4-719692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Trial4-719679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end your honor.&lt;br /&gt;If they'd let me have my way I could have&lt;br /&gt;Flayed him into shape.&lt;br /&gt;But my hands were tied,&lt;br /&gt;The bleeding hearts and artists&lt;br /&gt;Let him get away with murder.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hammer him today !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink:&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy... toys in the attic I am crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Truly gone fishing.&lt;br /&gt;They must have taken my marbles away !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy, toys in the attic. He is crazy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Trial27-779389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Trial27-779381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You little shit you're in it now,&lt;br /&gt;I hope they throw away the key !&lt;br /&gt;You should have talked to me more often&lt;br /&gt;Than you did, but no !!&lt;br /&gt;You had to go your own way, have you&lt;br /&gt;Broken any homes up lately ?&lt;br /&gt;Just five minutes, Worm your honor,&lt;br /&gt;Him and Me, alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewallanalysis.com/Pictures/MovieShots/FullSizeShots/Trial28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thewallanalysis.com/Pictures/MovieShots/FullSizeShots/Trial28.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baaaabe !&lt;br /&gt;Come to mother baby, let me hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;M'Lord I never wanted him to get in any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd he ever have to leave me ?&lt;br /&gt;Worm, your honor, let me take him home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pink:&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy, over the rainbow, I am crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Bars in the window.&lt;br /&gt;There must have been a door there in the wall&lt;br /&gt;When I came in !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;judge:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewallanalysis.com/Pictures/MovieShots/FullSizeShots/Trial11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thewallanalysis.com/Pictures/MovieShots/FullSizeShots/Trial11.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The evidence before the court is incontrovertible&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for the jury to retire !&lt;br /&gt;In all my years of judging I have never heard before&lt;br /&gt;Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law !&lt;br /&gt;The way you made them suffer,&lt;br /&gt;Your exquisite wife and mother,&lt;br /&gt;Fills me with the urge to defecate !&lt;br /&gt;Since, my friend, y&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewallanalysis.com/Pictures/MovieShots/FullSizeShots/Trial20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thewallanalysis.com/Pictures/MovieShots/FullSizeShots/Trial20.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou have revealed your deepest fear&lt;br /&gt;I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the wall !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/03/trial.html' title='The Trial'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=9154933238387415350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/9154933238387415350'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/9154933238387415350'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-6876495368060324215</id><published>2008-03-17T13:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:34:14.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you...&lt;br /&gt;When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind woman, I give you my heart, Kind woman, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by;&lt;br /&gt;My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;together we shall go until we die.&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, no more be sad, happiness... I'm glad.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=6876495368060324215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/6876495368060324215'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/6876495368060324215'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-7133553632004841161</id><published>2008-03-10T10:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:25:22.479Z</updated><title type='text'>tudo ou nada</title><content type='html'>It's a hopeless... situation...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to believe,&lt;br /&gt;That this hopeless... situation...&lt;br /&gt;Is what I'm trying to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I try,&lt;br /&gt;To run on,&lt;br /&gt;Towards...&lt;br /&gt;All or none... all or none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the selfless confession,&lt;br /&gt;Leading me back to war...&lt;br /&gt;Can we help that... our destinations,&lt;br /&gt;Are the ones we've been before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself I... surrender...&lt;br /&gt;To the one I'll never please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still try... to run on,&lt;br /&gt;I still try,.. to run on,&lt;br /&gt;But it's...&lt;br /&gt;All or none... all or none.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/03/tudo-ou-nada.html' title='tudo ou nada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=7133553632004841161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/7133553632004841161'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/7133553632004841161'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-701897535355442749</id><published>2008-03-07T18:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:28:12.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Dreams-Unlimited-759141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Dreams-Unlimited-759131.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to wish, I dream to dream,&lt;br /&gt;I try to try and I live to live,&lt;br /&gt;And I die to die and I cry to cry,&lt;br /&gt;But I know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Things that should,&lt;br /&gt;Still the willow weeps,&lt;br /&gt;On roses for the dead,&lt;br /&gt;In laughs of love...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/03/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=701897535355442749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/701897535355442749'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/701897535355442749'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-3532249733152789211</id><published>2008-02-28T23:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:15:36.631Z</updated><title type='text'>my little empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/00DRNM-25492584-733465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/00DRNM-25492584-733461.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;Has risen and it's set.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;Is as good as it can get.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;Is coming around.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;It don't make a sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My royalty, it does not exist...&lt;br /&gt;It is extinct, for the eye to see.&lt;br /&gt;My ideology, it is dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgotten, for the eye to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being tired.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of being bored.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy being sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my sins, are attempts to fill the voids.&lt;br /&gt;All of my voids, they are filled with sin.&lt;br /&gt;All of my demons, they are kept within.&lt;br /&gt;And all my violence, it does not exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy being sad.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucked with being fucked.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;My little empire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy being sad....&lt;br /&gt;Happy being sad...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/02/my-little-empire.html' title='my little empire'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=3532249733152789211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/3532249733152789211'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/3532249733152789211'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-6492425362805267046</id><published>2008-02-27T18:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:36:14.122Z</updated><title type='text'>one of my turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/WALL-716232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/WALL-716224.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente esta letra não me sai da cabeça... que perseguição !! É de um dos melhores álbuns da história, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the wall&lt;/span&gt; e esta é uma das letras mais negras do álbum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, love turns grey,&lt;br /&gt;Like the skin of a dying man...&lt;br /&gt;Night after night, we pretend its all right,&lt;br /&gt;But I have grown older and&lt;br /&gt;You have grown colder and&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is very much fun anymore...&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel one of my turns coming on.&lt;br /&gt;I feel cold as a razor blade,&lt;br /&gt;Tight as a tourniquet,&lt;br /&gt;Dry as a funeral drum...&lt;br /&gt;(...)</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/02/one-of-my-turns.html' title='one of my turns'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=6492425362805267046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/6492425362805267046'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/6492425362805267046'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-8917106130718309988</id><published>2008-02-14T01:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:44:33.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/flower-798413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/flower-798383.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious and fragile things,&lt;br /&gt;Need special handling...&lt;br /&gt;My God what have we done to You ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always try to share&lt;br /&gt;The tenderest of care,&lt;br /&gt;Now look what we have put You through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get damaged,&lt;br /&gt;Things get broken,&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd manage&lt;br /&gt;But words left unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;Left us so brittle&lt;br /&gt;There was so little left to give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels with silver wings&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't know suffering,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take the pain for You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If God has a master plan,&lt;br /&gt;That only He understands,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's Your eyes He's seeing through...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray You learn to trust,&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in both of us,&lt;br /&gt;And keep room in Your heart for two...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/02/precious-and-fragile-things-need.html' title='Precious'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=8917106130718309988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/8917106130718309988'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/8917106130718309988'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-2469621665734223479</id><published>2008-02-11T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:55:11.801Z</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern</title><content type='html'>Há quem ache a ingenuidade prejudicial, há até quem veja malícia na ingenuidade. Para esses, tudo o que se faz e que nasce da pureza de espírito torna-se mau. &lt;br /&gt;Em mim a ingenuidade é uma constante e, se depender de mim, nunca me irá abandonar. As opiniões e escárnio não vão transformar-me em algo que não sou. Os conselhos sábios e bondosos... esses sim, podem mudar-me, podem tornar-me uma pessoa melhor. &lt;br /&gt;Curem-se os maliciosos, as raposas, os oportunistas, os manipuladores ! Não espalhem o vosso negativismo e malícia...&lt;br /&gt;Cometo os meus erros... são frequentes, são feios, não gosto deles ! Mas não são movidos por uma alma vazia, não são movidos por má fé. Grande parte são simples reflexos, acumulações de cansaços das batalhas que raramente dou início mas onde me sinto envolvido frequentemente. &lt;br /&gt;Façam o que quiserem de mim, mas sejam honestos e genuínos para que possa perdoar sem me sentir culpado.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/02/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom It May Concern'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=2469621665734223479' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/2469621665734223479'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/2469621665734223479'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-4924939529640365334</id><published>2008-02-09T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:18:50.111Z</updated><title type='text'>It's ok...</title><content type='html'>Nesta fase da minha vida, é um hino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/sun_tree-760325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/sun_tree-760316.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, we've all seen better days...&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, you don't have to run and hide away.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, yeah we love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in those reckless moments,&lt;br /&gt;When doubt is creeping in your head&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like you've lost your youth&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams you had are cold and dead,&lt;br /&gt;I can't reach you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna take a different man,&lt;br /&gt;I can't protect you like before,&lt;br /&gt;You've slipped beyond my hands,&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that I could light the path&lt;br /&gt;That leads to a life of no mistakes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you from the damned be done,&lt;br /&gt;That living out of safety seems to take,&lt;br /&gt;I remember still the child in you&lt;br /&gt;As if only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to break through,&lt;br /&gt;I only had to kiss the pain,&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my chance, this is my life&lt;br /&gt;And my opening hour...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my choice, this is my voice&lt;br /&gt;There may be no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This is my plea, this is my need,&lt;br /&gt;This is my time for standing free !&lt;br /&gt;This is my step, this is my depth,&lt;br /&gt;In a world demanding of me...&lt;br /&gt;But is's okay.......</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/02/its-ok.html' title='It&apos;s ok...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=4924939529640365334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/4924939529640365334'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/4924939529640365334'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-1532131164100284149</id><published>2008-02-04T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:18:50.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Não Praticante !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/cross-750132.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/cross-750132.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é ser-se Católico Não Praticante (CNP) ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Grande parte dos meus amigos e conhecidos faz parte de uma – relativamente nova – religião: são católicos-não-praticantes. E eu sempre me questionei o que era isso de ser adepto de algo que não se pratica. Inicialmente a associação com os clubes de futebol era suficiente. Eu sou adepto do clube X, mas não sou praticante desse clube, ou seja, gosto mas não sou sócio. Pronto, era uma justificação plausível – a meu ver e considerando a minha tenra idade (muito gosto desta expressão), apesar das partes das quotas ser sempre polémica quando se fala de religião.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ok... agora já estou mais crescido (não vou questionar se tem vantagens :) ) e a ideia de ser adepto de uma religião que não se pratica, parece-me um grande absurdo. Quando se fala em religião, fala-se de alma, de fé, de acções. É simplesmente impossível fazer parte de algo tão íntimo sem se praticar.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A “modalidade não-praticante” provavelmente foi criada com o sentido de tornar confortável algo que deveria exigir muito de nós. Tem muito a ver com a sociedade actual, hipócrita e doida.  E muitos pactuam com esta modalidade, e cada vez mais, considerando que as pessoas não têm tempo para se dedicar às questões da alma, apesar de continuarem a querer estar relacionados com uma religião. Soa ridículo, não ? A mim, bastante ! Há muita coisa na nossa sociedade que está liderada por pessoas não-praticantes. Desde os políticos que estão afiliados a partidos dos quais já não conhecem a sua ideologia, até ao povo que está afiliado a religiões que não pratica.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O que define um católico são as suas acções, é o catolicismo. Fazer parte do rebanho (does it rings a bell or it seems just too funny ? :) ), o AMOR PELO PRÓXIMO (e não, isto não se refere apenas ao amor pelos vossos filhos ! O próximo são todas as outras pessoas com quem convivem... for God sake !). Quem não sabe o que é o catolicismo e não pratica a sua doutrina, nunca será católico, por muito que soe bem continuar a dizer que o é. Se o objectivo é simplesmente poder baptizar os filhos e poder casar pela igreja católica, esqueçam... estão envolvidos numa grande confusão espiritual. Definam-se. Não brinquem com as questões da crença e da alma, não a coloquem no mesmo saco das questões práticas do dia-a-dia, não faz qualquer sentido. Ir à missa apenas quando há um erro a confessar ou simplesmente quando a bagagem de erros já é demasiado pesada para carregar é simplesmente um absurdo, é utilizar a igreja apenas como um serviço-público-de-conforto-de-alma (soul cleaner in a box), uma porta de entrada para os pecados que se seguirão... porque a igreja perdoa... mesmo os católicos que não praticam. Porque eu posso fazer o que me apetecer, simplesmente porque acredito em Deus e porque de vez em quando vou limpar a minha alma ali à minha igreja preferida. A Bíblia já não é o guia do católico, aliás, poucos a leram, poucos a conhecem verdadeiramente. Os 10 mandamentos são adaptados à versão cómoda e hipócrita da sociedade actual. A própria igreja por vezes pactua com este tipo de catolicismo que não o é. O Papa actual tem muita razão em ser fundamentalista, porque fazer parte de uma religião não é fácil, porque fazer parte de uma religião não é apenas para parecer bonito. É para dar trabalho, é para dedicar com alma e amor. ALMA e AMOR, essas mesmas entidades... cada vez mais em extinção irremediável.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Eu não sou católico, não tenho religião, mas há muita “coisa” em que acredito e  que não abdico. Prefiro assim que viver uma vida de falsas crenças em causas inúteis, a defender com vigor algo que nem me atrevo a praticar... a hipocrisia irrita-me e não consegue conviver comigo.  &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/02/no-praticante.html' title='Não Praticante !?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=1532131164100284149' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/1532131164100284149'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/1532131164100284149'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-5672534725928665582</id><published>2008-02-04T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:06:58.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Long road</title><content type='html'>and I wished for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the precious moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not like wings have fallen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without you something is missing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hands of daughters and sons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in their phase they're falling down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down, down, down... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have wished for so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how I wish for you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will I walk the long road ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no need to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the friends and family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the memories going round,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;round, round round...&lt;br /&gt;i have wished for so long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how I wished for you today...&lt;br /&gt;and the wind keeps rollin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sky keeps turning grey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sun is set,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sun will rise another day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have wished for so long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how I wish for you today...!&lt;br /&gt;will I walk the long road ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all walk the long road...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/02/and-i-wished-for-so-long.html' title='Long road'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=5672534725928665582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5672534725928665582'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/5672534725928665582'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-8514319851383152413</id><published>2008-01-31T00:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:37:28.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Is this love ?</title><content type='html'>"Não consigo viver sem ti";&lt;br /&gt;"És a minha vida";&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Endless-Love-Print-C10080101-774008.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.intelectual.org/uploaded_images/Endless-Love-Print-C10080101-774001.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Só penso em ti";&lt;br /&gt;"Sem ti a minha vida não faz sentido";&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto nao é amor... sério, não é :) Isto é dependência ! A sociedade actual faz-nos confundir muito ambas as coisas e o amor é visto como uma prisão, como algo que nos faz sentir incompletos quando não existe outra pessoa para nos completar. Nada podia ser mais errado e imbecil.&lt;br /&gt;Dizer aquele tipo de coisas apenas por simpatia (e nesse caso mais vale estar calado) é uma coisa, dizer porque de facto nos sentimos assim, é doença.  O amor quer-se livre, o amor quer dar asas, não evitar voos. O amor pode e deve existir mesmo quando não existe um relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;Não confundam as coisas, as consequências sao pesadas e a saída dolorosa. BELIEVE ME.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/01/is-this-love.html' title='Is this love ?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=8514319851383152413' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/8514319851383152413'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/8514319851383152413'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-4879566187263483296</id><published>2008-01-24T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:10:25.949Z</updated><title type='text'>i'm open</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a man lies in his bed, in a room with no door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he waits for a presence, something... anything to enter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after spending half of his life searching, he still felt as blank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the ceiling at which he's staring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's alive, but feels absolutely nothing... so, is he ?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no trade-backs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so this is what it's like to be an adult...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if he only knew now what he knew then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm open,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come in...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he decides to dream... dream of a new self, for himself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/01/im-open.html' title='i&apos;m open'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=4879566187263483296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/4879566187263483296'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/4879566187263483296'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24651014.post-4724868152286444983</id><published>2008-01-19T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:49:56.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Thinking out loud...</title><content type='html'>"Espero curar-me de ti dentro de dias. Devo deixar de te fumar, de te beber, de te pensar. É possível. Seguindo as prescrições da moral de serviço.&lt;br /&gt;Receito-me tempo, abstinência, solidão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaime Sabines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.intelectual.org/2008/01/receita.html' title='Thinking out loud...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24651014&amp;postID=4724868152286444983' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.intelectual.org/atom.xml' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/4724868152286444983'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24651014/posts/default/4724868152286444983'/><author><name>Jorge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>