<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945</id><updated>2011-12-29T23:18:18.191-02:00</updated><category term='memória'/><category term='gravidez'/><category term='Gelo'/><category term='Boqueirão'/><category term='dor'/><category term='Caramelo'/><category term='personalidade'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='amor'/><category term='Vida secreta das abelhas'/><category term='África'/><category term='Santos'/><category term='Strokes'/><category term='vida'/><category term='Fonchito'/><category term='PAGU'/><category term='Eduardo Galeano'/><category term='Mario Vargas Llosa'/><category term='Corinthians'/><category term='Cat Power'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Copa do mundo'/><category term='filme'/><category term='Sofia'/><category term='Almodóvar'/><category term='diálogos'/><category term='nascimento'/><category term='Abraços Partidos'/><title type='text'>Entre o quase e o nunca...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Ela acreditava em anjos e, porque acreditava, eles existiam." C.L.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;Pienso que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited" style="color: rgb(77, 144, 240); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;estoy queriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited" style="color: rgb(77, 144, 240); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;una relación así :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-5362985227043070818?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdojYV16srs/Tv0QQ9URafI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JHys7Edl1OI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-7535789353355898615</id><published>2011-12-29T22:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:07:15.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dbDMjGyVDI/Tv0NCz4r9iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ccPAAMJ9ALM/s1600/amour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dbDMjGyVDI/Tv0NCz4r9iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ccPAAMJ9ALM/s400/amour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691719846005044770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='L&apos;Amour'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dbDMjGyVDI/Tv0NCz4r9iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ccPAAMJ9ALM/s72-c/amour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-2315455162405151624</id><published>2011-12-29T22:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:07:49.417-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolou um clima...</title><content type='html'>Foi estranho, mas rolou...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-9042896587381346588</id><published>2011-12-29T11:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:31:52.048-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>Toda vez que sonho com ele acordo mais romântica...&lt;div&gt;Fico pensando se ele também sonhou comigo...Sabe aquela história que durante os sonhos as mentes se encontram?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dá um aperto no coração, uma vontade de vê-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas logo penso em todos empecilhos que nos cercam, e daí, buummm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os sonhos tds ficam presos, a vontade é encarcerada e o medo toma conta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão pouco medo do mundo, muito medo de encarar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-5659756101983226063</id><published>2011-12-26T08:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:12:42.774-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Vargas Llosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fonchito'/><title type='text'>Fonchito y la luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yy8vgdy6yZY/TvhIdAQ7DPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3eeIEqwAzCM/s1600/fonchito_y_la_luna_inside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yy8vgdy6yZY/TvhIdAQ7DPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3eeIEqwAzCM/s400/fonchito_y_la_luna_inside2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690377792307006706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-3114727972363766471</id><published>2011-12-26T07:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T07:48:39.298-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Instantes</title><content type='html'>E a chuva lhe disse:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra quê perder tempo com tolices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E com os olhos meio fechados respondeu aos pingos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra quê ganhar tempo com urgências?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-3114727972363766471?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-3007098638836908870</id><published>2011-12-25T21:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:23:59.289-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábio Hemingway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnUKwlvLxbM/Tvewd1yx-yI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0BhXdnyEkKo/s1600/376207_10150438950759713_595214712_8794537_1451945741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnUKwlvLxbM/Tvewd1yx-yI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0BhXdnyEkKo/s320/376207_10150438950759713_595214712_8794537_1451945741_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690210680908675874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnUKwlvLxbM/Tvewd1yx-yI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0BhXdnyEkKo/s72-c/376207_10150438950759713_595214712_8794537_1451945741_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-7813128317018202887</id><published>2011-12-25T20:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:54:24.747-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeminha de Mãe - tentativa 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnHgkAgqFIw/TvepI8fOJfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o6ovAkJOak8/s1600/portada%2Bun%2Bamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnHgkAgqFIw/TvepI8fOJfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o6ovAkJOak8/s320/portada%2Bun%2Bamor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690202625347036658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor maior.&lt;div&gt;Amor que ri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor que existe sem permissão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há como definir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intensidade calma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amor de alma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor que só faz sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-7813128317018202887?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/7813128317018202887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-6746427316254907779?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/6746427316254907779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2011/12/simples-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6746427316254907779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6746427316254907779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2011/12/simples-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGqKFfvrVcg/TveoDwn3ZOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3ZCejaOj1kM/s72-c/carente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-2997388579844060431</id><published>2011-12-25T20:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:46:27.411-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Galeano'/><title type='text'>"Do desejo somos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;A vida, sem nome, sem memória, estava sozinha. Tinha mãos, mas não tinha em quem tocar. Tinha boca, mas não tinha com quem falar. A vida era uma, e sendo uma era nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então o desejo disparou sua flecha. E a flecha do desejo partiu a vida pela metade, e a vida tornou-se duas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As duas metades se encontraram e riram. Ao se ver, riam; e ao se tocar, também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eduardo Galeano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-2997388579844060431?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/2997388579844060431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-desejo-somos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/2997388579844060431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/2997388579844060431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-desejo-somos.html' title='&quot;Do desejo somos&quot;'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-6565253818771835852</id><published>2010-11-02T22:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:32:46.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Decidi atualizar o blog... Um oi, ok, até logo...&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi mudar a cara do blog - recomeço é sempre uma boa pedida&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi tomar vergonha na cara, mas em alguns itens apenas não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-6565253818771835852?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/6565253818771835852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/11/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6565253818771835852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6565253818771835852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/11/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-7357951533633508599</id><published>2010-06-26T12:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:51:24.814-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strokes'/><title type='text'>The Strokes - I'll Try Anything Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcze-UD1D4w&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcze-UD1D4w&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten decisions shape your life&lt;br /&gt;You'll be aware of five about&lt;br /&gt;Seven ways to go to school&lt;br /&gt;either you're noticed or left out&lt;br /&gt;Seven ways to get ahead&lt;br /&gt;Seven reasons to drop by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I say, I can see me in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You said, i can see you in my bed&lt;br /&gt;That's not just friendship, that's romance too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You like music, we can dance too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;There is a time when we all fail&lt;br /&gt;Some people take it pretty well&lt;br /&gt;some take it all out on themselves&lt;br /&gt;Some, they just take it out on friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody plays the game&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't, you're called insane &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don don don don't it's not safe no more&lt;br /&gt;I've got to see you one more time&lt;br /&gt;Send you were born in 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;and I'll get along with you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was well dressed&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was a mess&lt;br /&gt;Six things I fell you must do&lt;br /&gt;so that your woman loves just you&lt;br /&gt;Oh all the girl played mental games&lt;br /&gt;and all the guys were dressed the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why not try it all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'll only remember it once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhh uh uh uh uhh&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;And i'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one more time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-7357951533633508599?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/7357951533633508599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/strokes-ill-try-anything-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7357951533633508599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7357951533633508599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/strokes-ill-try-anything-once.html' title='The Strokes - 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Crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(sem idéias para escrever, só afim de colocar músicas)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-3565821660300075831?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/3565821660300075831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/febre-e-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3565821660300075831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3565821660300075831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/febre-e-dor.html' title='Febre e Dor...'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-7544191589365243548</id><published>2010-06-23T15:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:28:54.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais de uma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJSBVGC1XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GSiXuBbkTQ0/s1600/camile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486037478886528370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJSBVGC1XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GSiXuBbkTQ0/s320/camile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camille Claudel (1864-1943), em foto de 1877. Era irmã do poeta Paul Claudel e amante de Auguste Rodin, autor de “O Pensador”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Além disso uma mulher de universos inspiradores (vale a pena pesquisar mais sobre ela...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-7544191589365243548?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/7544191589365243548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/mais-de-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7544191589365243548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7544191589365243548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/mais-de-uma.html' title='Mais de uma'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJSBVGC1XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GSiXuBbkTQ0/s72-c/camile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-9093994025666250621</id><published>2010-06-23T15:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:20:39.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJQbsHgPcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/byilKaaNDo4/s1600/pagu-karol-felicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486035732720008642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJQbsHgPcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/byilKaaNDo4/s400/pagu-karol-felicio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-9093994025666250621?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/9093994025666250621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/9093994025666250621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/9093994025666250621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas.html' title='Apenas'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJQbsHgPcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/byilKaaNDo4/s72-c/pagu-karol-felicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-4499245600857726019</id><published>2010-06-23T15:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:21:23.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJP2Saz0HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AIcVAbwfuDQ/s1600/HSI080408209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486035090166501490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJP2Saz0HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AIcVAbwfuDQ/s200/HSI080408209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Quanto mais eu sinta, quanto mais eu sinta como várias pessoas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto mais personalidades eu tiver, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto mais intensamente, estridentemente as tiver, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto mais simultaneamente sentir com todas elas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto mais unificadamente diverso, dispersadamente atento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estiver, sentir, viver, for, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais possuirei a existência total do universo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais completo serei pelo espaço inteiro fora." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-4499245600857726019?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/4499245600857726019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-mais-eu-sinta-quanto-mais-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4499245600857726019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4499245600857726019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-mais-eu-sinta-quanto-mais-eu.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCJP2Saz0HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AIcVAbwfuDQ/s72-c/HSI080408209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-7556802911717364634</id><published>2010-06-21T22:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:38:33.615-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Sofia Bailarina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCAR8i9pdHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/844zW7omCd0/s1600/angelina_ballerina_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485404078012462194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCAR8i9pdHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/844zW7omCd0/s320/angelina_ballerina_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enquanto meu sonho de menina era conseguir subir na árvore mais alta da minha rua, descobrir porque existiam fantasmas na casa mal-assombrada, e tocar em estrelas (acho que essa ninguém nunca soube), minha filha é uma pró - meninices...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adora coisas frufrus, sonha em ser uma bailarina, tem milhões de filhinhas (suas bonecas), já tem namorado (??? - ok, mas eu tb tinha nessa idade), tem como seu desenho favorito Angelina Bailerina, Lazy town porque é todo rosa( eu amava roxo)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O melhor é ver essa menina sapeca com cara de moleca começando a ter sua próprias escolhas, vontades e personalidade... Minha menina linda de 03 anos que já é "uma moça, mãe"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maior felicidade que Deus me deu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-7556802911717364634?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/7556802911717364634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/sofia-bailarina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7556802911717364634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7556802911717364634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/sofia-bailarina.html' title='Sofia Bailarina'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TCAR8i9pdHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/844zW7omCd0/s72-c/angelina_ballerina_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-4718128875521985360</id><published>2010-06-21T22:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:18:54.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boqueirão (2)</title><content type='html'>E o cheiro do meu bairro do coração continua em minha mente. na mesma caixinha onde se encontram as lembranças que ainda serão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-4718128875521985360?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/4718128875521985360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/boqueirao-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4718128875521985360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4718128875521985360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/boqueirao-2.html' title='Boqueirão (2)'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-8654085531732678175</id><published>2010-06-21T22:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:17:30.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama de uma mulher traída (por si mesma)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca mais vou telefonar, nunca mais quero ouvir sua voz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando pela cidade com asco só de pensar na possibilidade de te ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na verdade a vontade é te encontrar e  demostrar toda frieza e desprezo que o mundo pode me proporcionar, imaginar que você sente o que senti já é um alívio para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O vazio de você me faz caminhar com a cabeça erguida novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Te desprezo!&lt;/div&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e apenas por este motivo não consigo parar de pensar em você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-8654085531732678175?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/8654085531732678175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-6155635751908083772</id><published>2010-06-19T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:51:30.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina Simone - Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/qIp4wSN_YUw/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIp4wSN_YUw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIp4wSN_YUw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-6155635751908083772?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/6155635751908083772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/nina-simone-solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6155635751908083772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6155635751908083772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/nina-simone-solitude.html' title='Nina Simone - Solitude'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-455709773744925160</id><published>2010-06-19T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:39:47.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Janis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FVpDOIPx_sY/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVpDOIPx_sY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVpDOIPx_sY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Janis Joplin - Little Girl Blue (This is Tom Jones, 1969)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-455709773744925160?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/455709773744925160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas-janis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/455709773744925160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/455709773744925160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas-janis.html' title='Apenas Janis'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-5478732526434814306</id><published>2010-06-19T20:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:15:19.510-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>seis anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Boys don't cry, do Cure na voz de Jay Vaquer (vale a pena ouvir)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/vIi5EgnI8tU/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIi5EgnI8tU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIi5EgnI8tU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I thought that it would change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know that this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have said too much, been too unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to laugh about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover it all up with lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to laugh about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause boys don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would break down at your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And beg forgiveness, plead with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know that it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now there's nothing I can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I try to laugh about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover it all up with lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to laugh about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause boys don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would tell you that I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I thought that you would stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know that it's no use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That you've already gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Misjudged your limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pushed you too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Took you for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought that you needed me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I would do most anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get you back by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just keep on laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause boys don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-5478732526434814306?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/5478732526434814306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/seis-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5478732526434814306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5478732526434814306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/seis-anos.html' title='seis anos'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-1834010057536213710</id><published>2010-06-15T19:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:25:46.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cala a boca Galvão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faixa "Cala a boca, Galvão!" é retirada com menos de dois minutos de jogo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FOLHA DE SÃO PAULO (15/06/2010) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exibida com destaque logo que a bola começou a rolar para a estreia brasileira na Copa do Mundo, contra a Coreia do Norte, em Johannesburgo, uma faixa com a frase "Cala a boca, Galvão!" foi recolhida rapidamente nas arquibancadas do estádio Ellis Park, nesta terça-feira. O adereço estava colocado exatamente no centro do campo, pouco acima das placas de publicidade, e endossava campanha iniciada no Twitter, desde a última sexta. Bastou começar o jogo inaugural do Mundial na África do Sul, entre a equipe da casa e o México, que os temas ligados ao torneio já estavam entre os dez mais comentados no famoso microblog. E o assunto que liderava o ranking era justamente "Cala a boca Galvão", referindo-se ao locutor esportivo da "Rede Globo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBf9TKs4QkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HhV-X2mj1D4/s1600/10166345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483129577078800962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBf9TKs4QkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HhV-X2mj1D4/s320/10166345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adereço surgiu nos primeiros lances da partida em Johannesburgo, com localização privilegiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enquanto os internautas brasileiros na rede zombavam com recados como "a maior mobilização brasileira depois das Diretas Já", alguns estrangeiros não entendiam o sentido da campanha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/esporte/751363-faixa-cala-a-boca-galvao-e-retirada-com-menos-de-dois-minutos-de-jogo.shtml"&gt;http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/esporte/751363-faixa-cala-a-boca-galvao-e-retirada-com-menos-de-dois-minutos-de-jogo.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-1834010057536213710?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/1834010057536213710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/cala-boca-galvao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/1834010057536213710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/1834010057536213710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/cala-boca-galvao.html' title='Cala a boca Galvão'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBf9TKs4QkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HhV-X2mj1D4/s72-c/10166345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-3319445312128378816</id><published>2010-06-15T18:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:02:16.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(tentativa I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era a noite mais fria do mês de julho. O toque de seus dedos em sua pele criou uma vermelhidão instantanêa. Já não havia mais nada para falar, já havia passado da hora de falar. Mas seu corpo não conseguia expressar nenhum movimento de ida. Ir embora, é o que devia fazer. Afinal, não há mais porque "estar" se o vazio do momento já havia tomado conta dos olhares, da respiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abaixou os olhos numa leve expressão de tristeza e virou-se para um adeus provisoriamente eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após anos de conversas, não havia mais palavras... Apenas o adeus salvaria sua pessoa naquela noite. E sem despedir-se alcançou a força para seguir rua abaixo. E a cada passo que dava seu sangue voltava a correr e sua pele esquentava novamente. Era uma sensação estranha que fazia tempo que não sentia. Era um alívio oco. Uma incerteza necessária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-3319445312128378816?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/3319445312128378816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/tentativa-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3319445312128378816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3319445312128378816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/tentativa-i.html' title='(tentativa I)'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-6075083745182646245</id><published>2010-06-15T18:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:42:18.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sala da direção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São nas crises e nos problemas que conseguimos reconhecer olhares diferentes... Olhares que acrescentam a cereja no bolo que você estava com medo de assar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trabalhar na direção de uma escola pede que tenhamos um equilíbrio aos tomar decisões, uma frieza em analisar os fatos e uma humanidade em entender as pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E ao mesmo tempo lidar com críticas constantes: crítica pela crítica, crítica "se fosse eu faria melhor", crítica "eu sabia que ia dar errado", crítica construtivas, crítica "todos diretores são uns burros".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E por mais que concorde que há pessoas que usam o cargo para outras coisas além do processo educativo que uma escola deve garantir, há uma boa parte que está tentando, que faz bem feito, e que não sabe muito bem como fazer mais vai levando (e as vezes vc é tudo num só).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A diferença que se pode fazer na escola é apresentar que nessa mesma sociedade injusta, há pessoas que acreditam e lutam por uma vida digna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A escola deve ser o espaço que apresente a esses alunos que esta sociedade suja que tanto se fala não é homogênea... Que há sim outras possibilidades, que há possibilidade de ser protagonistas de uma nova mudança, que há outro mundo neste nosso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E daí numa sala de direção após discussões sobre o que deve ser a escola - que começou com uma advertência verbal - você se sente mais confortável pois não é só você que pensa dessa forma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E as críticas fortalecem os ouvidos dos sábios e esmaga as mentes dos tolos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-6075083745182646245?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-3097638246635334845</id><published>2010-06-14T18:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:04:13.374-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraços Partidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almodóvar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Abrazos rotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para quem gosta de filmes de qualidade, vai a dica : Abraços Partidos de Pedro Almodóvar com a maravilhosa Penelope Cruz (cujo cabelo eu eternamente invejarei).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8Q1tcCpPXQU/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-8973445412049459493</id><published>2010-06-13T18:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:48:02.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo está como antes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBVQj1bnD8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/i6eZ2XG4tqU/s1600/praia+santos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482376697961975746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBVQj1bnD8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/i6eZ2XG4tqU/s320/praia+santos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e por mais que tudo passe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Essa é certeza que nos alivia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-8973445412049459493?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/8973445412049459493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/tudo-esta-como-antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/8973445412049459493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/8973445412049459493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/tudo-esta-como-antes.html' title='Tudo está como antes.'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBVQj1bnD8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/i6eZ2XG4tqU/s72-c/praia+santos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-5374748857216654759</id><published>2010-06-13T18:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:05:07.340-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>You were meant for me (Jewel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_smqB6UCnoE/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_smqB6UCnoE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_smqB6UCnoE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a deep breath and a good look around...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-5374748857216654759?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-6563756737396671930</id><published>2010-06-12T23:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:49:12.966-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida secreta das abelhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>A Vida Secreta das Abelhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Outro filme que não se pode deixar de ver é A Vida Secreta das Abelhas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O filme retrata o relacionamento de uma garota com as irmãs Boatwright, seu passado e sua empregada, em busca das memórias de sua mãe, que faleceu tragicamente quando ela tinha apenas 4 anos. òtima atuação da Queen Latifah e Dakota Fanning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/ghfrqlTs8uM/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghfrqlTs8uM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghfrqlTs8uM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-6563756737396671930?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/6563756737396671930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-secreta-das-abelhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6563756737396671930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6563756737396671930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-secreta-das-abelhas.html' title='A Vida Secreta das Abelhas'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-8374104501239126221</id><published>2010-06-12T23:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:33:13.690-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caramelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Caramelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Beirute. Cinco mulheres costumam se encontrar regularmente no salão de beleza Sibelle: Layale (Nadine Labaki), amante de um homem casado e que sonha com o dia em que ele se separará; Nisrine (Yasmine Elmasri), que está prestes a se casar mas não é mais virgem e não sabe como contar isto ao noivo; Rima (Joanna Moukarzel), que sente atração por mulheres; Jamale (Gisèle Aouad), que tem medo de envelhecer; e Rose (Sihame Haddad), que abriu mão de sua vida para cuidar da irmã mais velha. No salão os temas prediletos do quinteto são o amor, sexo e os homens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Mxlwpswxa7A/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mxlwpswxa7A&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mxlwpswxa7A&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boa dica para quem gosta de filmes que, com delicadeza, trata o amor de forma realista e contemporânea, sem os acúcares dos filmes românticos comerciais. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-8374104501239126221?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/8374104501239126221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-cade-meu-filme-caramelo-trailer_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/8374104501239126221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/8374104501239126221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-cade-meu-filme-caramelo-trailer_12.html' title='Caramelo'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-3330184967601877547</id><published>2010-06-12T17:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:12:16.797-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memória'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boqueirão'/><title type='text'>Boqueirão</title><content type='html'>Após devaneios sobre a África, fui ao meu passeio favorito - fui ao Boqueirão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar por aquelas ruas me causam emoções tão variadas em frações de segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a única conclusão que posso e quero ter é: ainda volto a morar naquele bairro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-3330184967601877547?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/3330184967601877547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/boqueirao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3330184967601877547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3330184967601877547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/boqueirao.html' title='Boqueirão'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-584382785993917781</id><published>2010-06-12T15:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:53:55.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>Sem retrospectivas, sem presentes, sem tentativas de controlar o dia para que este seja do meu jeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentimentos frustados, sem planos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu, minha vida e meu jeito de pensar mas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;com as Primaveras a me deixar cortar para poder voltar sempre inteira." C.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-584382785993917781?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/584382785993917781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/584382785993917781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/584382785993917781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-5444356882968639733</id><published>2010-06-12T14:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:07:32.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copa do mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='África'/><title type='text'>Copa do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBPLVJJ9_oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wJQJxxly4Ao/s1600/cropped-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481948735535447682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBPLVJJ9_oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wJQJxxly4Ao/s320/cropped-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada vez mais estou interessada em jogos de futebol, na copa do mundo, nas cores da bandeira, no sentimento de torcedora e nos jogadores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até o mascote da Copa na Africa é fofo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, o mais importante nesse momento, além de torcer , é a possibilidade de conhecer, mesmo via TV ou internet, as outras culturas africanas. (Sem aquela conversa chata de algumas pessoas, nem aquele sentimento de superioridade de outros.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há como negar, a África encanta ao mesmo tempo que choca ao ver os conflitos sociais lá existentes (como aqui)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A África, berço de todos nós, é apaixonante como uma mãe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-5444356882968639733?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/5444356882968639733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/copa-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5444356882968639733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5444356882968639733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/copa-do-mundo.html' title='Copa do mundo'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TBPLVJJ9_oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wJQJxxly4Ao/s72-c/cropped-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-5840801111865005436</id><published>2010-06-08T20:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:39:37.699-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAGU'/><title type='text'>Centenário de luta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TA7TM5rI2ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s5xACWNAYP4/s1600/pagu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480550015150119314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TA7TM5rI2ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s5xACWNAYP4/s200/pagu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100 anos de Pagu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Contanto que a felicidade continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(agenda de eventos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pagu.com.br/blog/programacao-100-anos/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.pagu.com.br/blog/programacao-100-anos/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-5840801111865005436?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/5840801111865005436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/centenario-de-luta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5840801111865005436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5840801111865005436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/centenario-de-luta.html' title='Centenário de luta'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eQ9yex_V4/TA7TM5rI2ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s5xACWNAYP4/s72-c/pagu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-4223496129894436175</id><published>2010-06-08T20:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:28:30.159-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gravidez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>Vitor's coming</title><content type='html'>O novo baby da minha amiga está chegando ao mundo... Daqui no máximo 10 dias ele está aí...&lt;br /&gt;Um filho desejado (por ela) com cerveja,&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiado com 5 pedaços de pizza,&lt;br /&gt;Descoberto com batatas fritas,&lt;br /&gt;Gerado com pizzas...&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt; ************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela queria que eu ficasse grávida para termos filho juntas (fala dela essa semana).&lt;br /&gt;Disse que infelizmente não poderia ser solidária por falta de vontade e por falta de tempo (10 dias é meio pouco)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-4223496129894436175?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/4223496129894436175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/vitors-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4223496129894436175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4223496129894436175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/vitors-coming.html' title='Vitor&apos;s coming'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-392035663617974211</id><published>2010-06-08T20:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:23:55.028-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nascimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diálogos'/><title type='text'>Diálogos</title><content type='html'>Michelle:        - Bru, você dorme no hospital na primeira noite após o Vitor nascer?&lt;br /&gt;Bruna:            - Oks, dormir eu topo!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:        - Ah, vai se f...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hauahuahuahauhauahuahauhauaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;Na preparação psicológica do nascimento do Vitor...&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia:               - Mamãe, eu sou a Cinderela...&lt;br /&gt;Bruna:             - E eu sou a bruxa!&lt;br /&gt;Sofia:               - Você é louca!!!&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-392035663617974211?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/392035663617974211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/dialogos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/392035663617974211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/392035663617974211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/dialogos.html' title='Diálogos'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-3674543485969129599</id><published>2010-06-07T22:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:11:57.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de Emília (M.L.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A vida, Senhor Visconde, é um pisca-pisca. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente nasce, isto é, começa a piscar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem pára de piscar, chegou ao fim, morreu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piscar é abrir e fechar os olhos - viver é isso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um dorme-e-acorda, dorme-e-acorda, até que dorme e não acorda mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida das gentes neste mundo, senhor sabugo, é isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um rosário de piscadas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada pisco é um dia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisca e mama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisca e anda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisca e brinca. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisca e estuda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisca e ama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisca e cria filhos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisca e geme os reumatismos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por fim, pisca pela última vez e morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- E depois que morre - perguntou o Visconde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Depois que morre, vira hipótese. É ou não é?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-3674543485969129599?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/3674543485969129599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorias-de-emilia-ml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3674543485969129599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/3674543485969129599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorias-de-emilia-ml.html' title='Memórias de Emília (M.L.)'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-4381408000207013194</id><published>2010-06-07T21:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:14:50.443-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gelo'/><title type='text'>¬¬</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que a pessoa não percebeu ainda???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Eu, no estilo Saraiva abstrata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-4381408000207013194?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/4381408000207013194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4381408000207013194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4381408000207013194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_07.html' title='¬¬'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-4479654750171177780</id><published>2010-06-06T16:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:42:56.315-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corinthians'/><title type='text'>Às vezes se ganha...</title><content type='html'>Às vezes se perde....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Às vezes meu &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIMÃO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;empata!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Porque a gente sofre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Porque a gente corre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Porque pelo CORINTHIANS a gente vive!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-4479654750171177780?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/4479654750171177780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vezes-se-ganha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4479654750171177780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4479654750171177780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vezes-se-ganha.html' title='Às vezes se ganha...'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-5443548798254337918</id><published>2010-06-05T11:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:20:39.660-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>...(2)</title><content type='html'>"Já &lt;em&gt;escondi um amor com medo de perdê-lo&lt;/em&gt;, já perdi um amor por escondê-lo. &lt;br /&gt;Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos. &lt;br /&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. &lt;br /&gt;Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos. &lt;br /&gt;Já acreditei em &lt;u&gt;amores perfeitos&lt;/u&gt;, já descobri que eles não existem. &lt;br /&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram. &lt;br /&gt;Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir. &lt;br /&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi. &lt;br /&gt;Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas que amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto. &lt;br /&gt;Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir. &lt;br /&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já tive crises de riso quando não podia.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva. &lt;br /&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém, &lt;u&gt;mas nunca lhe disse&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar. Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros. &lt;br /&gt;Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros. &lt;br /&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade… &lt;br /&gt;Já tive medo do escuro, hoje no escuro “me acho, me agacho, fico ali”. &lt;br /&gt;Já cai inúmeras vezes achando que não iria me reerguer, &lt;u&gt;já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria. &lt;br /&gt;Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava. &lt;br /&gt;Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo. Mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda. &lt;br /&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de “amigo” e descobri que não eram… Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e &lt;u&gt;sempre foram e serão especiais para mim&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre. &lt;br /&gt;Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração! &lt;br /&gt;Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma para SEMPRE! &lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das &lt;em&gt;idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer: &lt;br /&gt;- E daí? Eu adoro voar!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe provavelmente respirou Lispector ao me fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu provavelmente li Lispector par entender o que é ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não entendi, &lt;em&gt;nem vou entender&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-5443548798254337918?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/5443548798254337918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5443548798254337918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/5443548798254337918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/2.html' title='...(2)'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-4572597011276764887</id><published>2010-06-05T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:05:52.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado de manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/CC0b_tPLzp8/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CC0b_tPLzp8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CC0b_tPLzp8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Brown Jr - Só os Loucos Sabem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Menino lindo quero morar na sua rua... Você deixou saudades/ quero te ver outra vez)&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripe, cobertor, sofá, música, computador, - vira de um lado, vira de outro -, mamããããããeee, memórias, lembranças, olhar para cima, praia no frio, - oi, e aí... - e por aí vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela filosofia de Emília, ainda tenho que piscar muito no frio pra virar hipótese gelada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-4572597011276764887?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/4572597011276764887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/sabado-de-manha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4572597011276764887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4572597011276764887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/sabado-de-manha.html' title='Sábado de manhã'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-8792189793886469673</id><published>2010-06-04T18:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:06:11.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcelo D2 - 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Meu Tambor - OFFICIAL VIDEO'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-6337836558135884386</id><published>2010-06-04T10:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:27:40.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O céu é o limite</title><content type='html'>E os sonhos burlam qualquer limite imposto...&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;(Hoje tive um sonho tão tão bom, que não vejo a hora que se torne realidade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-6337836558135884386?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/6337836558135884386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-ceu-e-o-limite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6337836558135884386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/6337836558135884386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-ceu-e-o-limite.html' title='O céu é o limite'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-7423402328625836720</id><published>2010-06-03T23:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:46:24.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Mutya Buena - B Boy Baby&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/F_wEbX4MkQI/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_wEbX4MkQI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_wEbX4MkQI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei viciada e apaixonada por essa música.... Essa batidinha não sai da minha cabeça...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-7423402328625836720?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/7423402328625836720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7423402328625836720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/7423402328625836720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_03.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-4204173424740462346</id><published>2010-06-03T23:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:34:06.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem platéia</title><content type='html'>Desta vez quero escrever sem platéias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Escrever para quem eu não conheço,&lt;br /&gt;Escrever sem saber que há alguém que lê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito que minhas palavras sejam úteis para alguém além de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-4204173424740462346?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/4204173424740462346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-plateia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4204173424740462346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/4204173424740462346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-plateia.html' title='Sem platéia'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-1935800671513012809</id><published>2010-06-03T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:24:47.437-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel - Suzanne Vega</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8JV2PNUlaR8/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JV2PNUlaR8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JV2PNUlaR8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-1935800671513012809?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/1935800671513012809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/caramel-suzanne-vega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/1935800671513012809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/1935800671513012809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/caramel-suzanne-vega.html' title='Caramel - Suzanne Vega'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518863889584782945.post-691990766433439324</id><published>2010-06-03T23:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:24:27.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite se cala...</title><content type='html'>e o silêncio é o cobertor para nossos corpos...&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando... &lt;br /&gt;(Quem sabe de verdade...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518863889584782945-691990766433439324?l=frente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/feeds/691990766433439324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/noite-se-cala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/691990766433439324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518863889584782945/posts/default/691990766433439324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frente.blogspot.com/2010/06/noite-se-cala.html' title='A noite se cala...'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573759998849196345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDZbe8HO_s/TvhEOngWN7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/avscQWqP4D0/s220/bruna%2Beu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
