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A serio, estes gajos sao de outro mundo, tb quero aprender a conduzir assim!
Colin McRae
A serio, estes gajos sao de outro mundo, tb quero aprender a conduzir assim!
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Lord Byron -- Darkness
Not all a dream
Lord Byron -- Darkness
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.
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Portugal, the man -- The Sun
If you look real high you just might find
Sitting in the stars, glistening, glistening
Waiting for the band to come
Just waiting for that man to come.
Oh, I wonder...
Sitting in the stars, glistening, glistening
Waiting for the band to come
Just waiting for that man to come.
Oh, I wonder...
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It's in the way that she posed, it's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff, she's always calling my bluff
She puts, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
obstacle 1
It's in the way that she posed, it's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff, she's always calling my bluff
She puts, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
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um pouco de cultura musical ;) enjoy
acho o inicio fantástico mesmo, cria um grau de espectativa brutal. Uma grande intro para um filme
cultura musical
um pouco de cultura musical ;) enjoy
acho o inicio fantástico mesmo, cria um grau de espectativa brutal. Uma grande intro para um filme
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Tesourinhos nos álbuns por cá perdidos
Ora aqui está uma cara q transmite felicidade. Tanto da avó como a minha :P:P
uma pequena reliquia
Tesourinhos nos álbuns por cá perdidos
Ora aqui está uma cara q transmite felicidade. Tanto da avó como a minha :P:P
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the thank you machine
http://axonnsd.org/WebData/FlashFun/flash/thankyou.swf
25000 thank you que ouvimos. Quantos conseguirás???
e sim 25000 com os som a 50% do pc e sempre a frente do pc. Desafio te!
25000 thank you que ouvimos. Quantos conseguirás???
e sim 25000 com os som a 50% do pc e sempre a frente do pc. Desafio te!
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BE YOURSELF
Não que seja grande fan da banda em questão, mas a música ficou-me ;)
Avoid being just another face in the crowd.
Don't be afraid to be different
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Homem proibido de fazer sexo
Um homem com um quoficiente de inteligência (QI) de 48 recebeu uma ordem de um juiz britânico para parar de ter sexo.
O homem de 41 anos vive com um homem com quem tem uma relação e manifestou desejo de continuar, segundo informa o Daily Mail.
O caso foi despoletado pelo «vigoroso apetite sexual» do homem que foi considerado inapropriado. O tribunal acabou por considerar que o homem pouco inteligente não tinha capacidade para compreender os seus actos e os riscos de saúde associados.
Um psicólogo chegou mesmo a defender que não lhe podia ser dada educação sexual, uma vez que ele não iria entender.
Assim, o tribunal determinou a proibição e o homem será agora vigiado para que não tenha relações sexuais e viole a ordem do tribunal.
LOL
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para quem nao viu o ownage q estes 2 levaram num drive thru. Vale a pena ver :P
Tacco bell singing
para quem nao viu o ownage q estes 2 levaram num drive thru. Vale a pena ver :P
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...
We want to be better,
When we try harder
Stuff turns to shit. When were not trying that much,
Stuff goes all well
That’s just messed up… why even trying…
Before we tried to found and explanation or justification,
Claiming this or that....
Now that just doesn’t matter,
Face our limits, look away like it doesn’t affect,
And keep moving, hoping for the big project
To be achievable and not destroyed as the small ones…
All in all, that’s what matter right?
Even when it doesn’t go as planned (does it ever go?)
The big picture is the main objective,
We cant get wing clipped by the little ones.
So look up, focus, and go for it,
That one we cannot afford to fail,
So forget all other things and be positive.
(or try to…)
And hope it is worth it
In the end...
Because if it isnt...
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Alcool e inteligencia
Ora bem, aqui vai uma comparação para explicar como as coisas funcionam:
Assim, numa manada de búfalos, a manada só consegue ir tão rápido quanto o búfalo mais lento e fraco. E, quando esta é atacada, os búfalos mais lentos são são os que morrem primeiro, logicamente né?. Assim, a selecção natural melhora a manada no seu conjunto, porque a velocidade e saúde dos seus membros aumenta, à medida que os mais fracos morrem. Da mesma forma, o cérebro humano é tão rápido e eficaz como as suas células mais fracas e lentas.
Agora! O excesso de alcool mata neurónios. Naturalmente, os mais fracos e menos resistentes morrerão primeiro. Desta forma, o consumo regular de cerveja elimina as células mais fracas, permitindo as restantes atingir o seu potencial!
E é por esta razao, que após algumas cervejas, nos sentimos mais inteligentes ;)
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The surround appears to move to the center. Moreover, the inset and surround appear to rotate in the different directions when observers approach or move away from the figure while fixating at the center.
Ilusão de optica
The surround appears to move to the center. Moreover, the inset and surround appear to rotate in the different directions when observers approach or move away from the figure while fixating at the center.
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cozinhar
tao a ver? e dps perguntam-me como e q o youtube me ensina a cozinhar. Até tem grandes produções e td! ovos, manteiga, pumbas, impec :P
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New blog design
Bem, o Tiago pediu-me um novo design, vi uma template gira e depois de uma tarde de sábado de volta do código html consegui isto, critiquem digam o que acham, em que pontos pode ser melhorada.
Vou ver se escrevo mais no blog,
Nota: os links do menu superior só estão feitos para os últimos 100 posts, falta por para mais 67, mas a seu tempo.
Hope you enjoy it
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Rocky
"But ain't about how hard you hit... It's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward... how much you can take, and keep moving forward. That´s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you worth, go out and get what you worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hits. And not pointing fingers saying: You ain´t what you wanna be because of him or her or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain´t you! You´re better than that!" -Rocky Balboa.
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