<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">		<title>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com</title>		<id>http://bloguepessoal.com/</id>		<link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com/atom.xml" />		<subtitle><![CDATA[Poesia...Musica?!]]></subtitle>		<rights>Copyright (c) 2006, Hi-pi</rights>		<generator>Hi-pi ATOM generator</generator>		<author>			<name>Hi-pi</name>			<uri>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com</uri>		</author>		<updated>2009-11-03T20:07:31+01:00</updated>		<entry>			<title>MULHER OBEDIENTE</title>			<content type="xhtml">				<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">				<p><strong>MULHER
OBEDIENTE</strong></p>
<p><strong>Era uma vez um homem que
tinha passado toda a sua vida trabalhando e que juntara todos os
centavos que ganhava.

Ele era realmente muito mão-de-vaca. Antes de morrer, disse à
mulher:
- Ouve-me bem! Quando eu morrer, quero que pegues todo o meu
dinheiro e o coloques no caixão junto comigo. Eu quero levar todo o
meu dinheiro para a minha próxima encarnação.

Dito isto, obrigou a mulher a prometer que, quando ele morresse,
ela colocaria todo o seu dinheiro dentro do caixão junto
dele.

Um dia o homem morre.

Foi colocado dentro do caixão, enquanto a mulher se mantinha
sentada a seu lado, toda de preto, acompanhada pelos amigos mais
chegados.

Quando terminou a cerimónia e antes de o padre se preparar para
fechar o caixão, a mulher disse:
- Só um minuto! Tinha uma caixa de sapatos com ela. Aproximou-se e
colocou-a dentro do caixão, juntamente com o corpo. Um amigo
disse-lhe:
- Espero que não tenhas sido doida o suficiente para meteres todo
aquele dinheiro dentro do caixão!

Ela respondeu:
- Claro que sim. Eu prometi-lhe que colocaria aquele dinheiro junto
dele e foi exatamente o que fiz.
- Estás me dizendo que puseste todos os centavos que ele tinha
dentro do caixão com ele?
- Claro que sim! - Respondeu a mulher. - Juntei todo o seu
dinheiro, depositei-o na minha conta e passei-lhe um cheque. Vai
descontar lá no inferno!


</strong><strong>A todas as mulheres
inteligentes,e nao só,uma optima semana ! ! ! ! ! ! !

E NaO ESQUEçAM DE COLOCAR O CHEQUE DEVIDAMENTE NOMINAL E CRUZADO !
! ! ! ! ! !</strong></p>
				</div>			</content>			<id>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com/224204/MULHER-OBEDIENTE/</id>			<link href="http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com/224204/MULHER-OBEDIENTE/" />			<author>				<name>pmiguel6</name>				<uri>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com</uri>			</author>			<updated>2009-11-03T20:06:09+01:00</updated>		</entry>		<entry>			<title>PALAVRAS PARA QUÊ</title>			<content type="xhtml">				<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">								</div>			</content>			<id>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com/224088/PALAVRAS-PARA-QU/</id>			<link href="http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com/224088/PALAVRAS-PARA-QU/" />			<author>				<name>pmiguel6</name>				<uri>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com</uri>			</author>			<updated>2009-11-03T02:07:34+01:00</updated>		</entry>		<entry>			<title>Roads</title>			<content type="xhtml">				<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">				<p><strong>Portishead - Roads</strong></p>
<p>Oh,
can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.</p>
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screen
I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said i am the one, who will dance on the floor in the
round

She said her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the
one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful who you love
And be careful of what you do before the lie becomes the
truth

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who says that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son

For forty days and for forty nights. The law was on her side.
But who can stand when she's in demand. Her schemes and her
plans.
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)

She told my baby we'd danced till three, then she looked at
me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
Then she stood right by me. The smell of sweet perfume.
This happened much too soon. She called me to her room.

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who says that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son
So take my strong advice, remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)</strong></p>
				</div>			</content>			<id>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com/223097/Billie-Jean-unplugged-cover-by-Chris-Cornell/</id>			<link href="http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com/223097/Billie-Jean-unplugged-cover-by-Chris-Cornell/" />			<author>				<name>pmiguel6</name>				<uri>http://pmiguel6.bloguepessoal.com</uri>			</author>			<updated>2009-10-30T19:01:19+01:00</updated>		</entry>		<entry>			<title>Na escola em 1969 e em 2009</title>			<content type="xhtml">				<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">				<p><strong>Esta pergunta foi a vencedora num congresso sobre
vida sustentável.</strong></p>
<p><strong>"Todos pensam em deixar um planeta melhor para
os Quando é que pensarão em
deixar filhos melhores para o nosso planeta?"</strong></p>
<p><strong>Uma criança que aprende o respeito e a honra
dentro da própria casa e recebe o exemplo dos seus pais, torna-se
um adulto comprometido em todos os aspectos, inclusive em respeitar
o planeta onde vive...</strong></p>
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