<?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-5293332990245388115</id><updated>2011-10-02T13:44:49.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss kiss bang bang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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dizer que a primeira aula de condução foi assim algo de ... continuar a praticar LOOOOL&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/TKO-ydjU_LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/O7DZVFD3lxs/s1600/fwefwr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/TKO-ydjU_LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/O7DZVFD3lxs/s320/fwefwr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522467342221900978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-1131786092296195628?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1131786092296195628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/TKO-ydjU_LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/O7DZVFD3lxs/s72-c/fwefwr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-6642714861974542339</id><published>2009-11-16T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:59:30.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me deixava feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwMqrRvHP2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/WeryqfR5KNs/s1600/DSCF5833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwMqrRvHP2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/WeryqfR5KNs/s320/DSCF5833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405210900758478690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwHv7OPxcvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/aCYmS-WKQmc/s1600/aerial7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwHv7OPxcvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/aCYmS-WKQmc/s320/aerial7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404864828536877810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwHvdBqUxyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jmAJ54wtHBs/s1600/g_images_groupes_nam_8156_rb_huge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwHvdBqUxyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jmAJ54wtHBs/s320/g_images_groupes_nam_8156_rb_huge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404864309762508578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwHrY14xs2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/3-7UPsGnsgY/s1600/D1_medium_G3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SwHrY14xs2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/3-7UPsGnsgY/s320/D1_medium_G3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404859839835911010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como podem ver nem sou muito esquesita, mais informaçoes é so mandarem msg!o ebay é uma boa fonte =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-6642714861974542339?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6642714861974542339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/09/homem-do-leme.html' title='Homem do leme'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8803438300886068523</id><published>2009-09-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:15:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>nao que goste muito do senhor mas devo de confessar que tem umas musicas engraçadas, e esta é daquelas que me dá para a melancolia principalmente quando estou á janela, acompanhada do tejo e do meu cigarro e la vem ela...ha qualquer coisa na musica que me prende...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn0trfcImiw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8803438300886068523?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8803438300886068523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8803438300886068523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8803438300886068523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8803438300886068523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/09/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4774874013038255053</id><published>2009-08-12T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:42:05.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus - Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXv9Kgb59xM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXv9Kgb59xM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este é sem duvida para ver...começando pelo elenco LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4774874013038255053?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4774874013038255053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4774874013038255053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4774874013038255053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4774874013038255053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/08/imaginarium-of-doctor-parnassus-trailer.html' title='The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus - Trailer'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5818074554569959780</id><published>2009-08-06T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:53:43.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuno lopes</title><content type='html'>esta uma pessoa muito  bem no seu local de trabalho...e como é normal num sitio publico é natural que de vez em quando apareca uma pessoa mais conhecida que outra e entao hoje estava eu muito bem eis que nao quando o sr nuno lopes me aparece á frente e eu ate fiquei parva, ainda estou lol claro que na altura so me apeteceu dar-lhe um forte abraço e gritar "ÉS O MAIORRRRR" mas claro tive que ser uma profissional (ahahahah) e limitei-me a perguntar o que queria beber e depois a pergunta mais estupida "pode indicar-me em que nome ficam as bebidas?" obvio que toda a gente ali presente sabia o nome do sr nao é??? mas enfim...foi bem servido e eu ganhei o dia porque digam o que dixerem ele é mesmo o maior :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UM4sy18uUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UM4sy18uUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5818074554569959780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5818074554569959780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5818074554569959780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5818074554569959780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/08/nuno-lopes.html' title='Nuno lopes'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8704926641142056825</id><published>2009-07-21T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:12:14.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spaceman</title><content type='html'>ainda fiquei mais viciada nos senhores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDsg8ui2ZhM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDsg8ui2ZhM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5293332990245388115-8704926641142056825?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8704926641142056825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8704926641142056825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8704926641142056825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8704926641142056825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/07/spaceman.html' title='spaceman'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5813615875306101242</id><published>2009-07-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:33:00.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sbsr</title><content type='html'>quando tiver as fotografias prometo que ponho aqui uma amostra do que foi o nosso sabado mas antes disso uma desculpa aos ouvidos da irina e do miguel =) e pronto digamos que the killers foi o que ja esperava...concerto para recordar e ver o proximo...&lt;br /&gt;e depois de um bom dia de praia em que aumentei consideravelmente o meu bronze amanha volta-se á rotina e devo de admitir que ja tenho saudades do starbucks ahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5813615875306101242?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5813615875306101242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5813615875306101242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5813615875306101242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5813615875306101242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/07/sbsr.html' title='sbsr'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2553634797294316401</id><published>2009-07-15T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:55:06.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adeus que me vou embora</title><content type='html'>vou fugir...vou fugir para longe daqui...ninguem sentira a minha falta...ja nao sentem, como ja tou tao sozinha nao ha crise ADEUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2553634797294316401?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2553634797294316401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2553634797294316401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2553634797294316401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2553634797294316401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/07/adeus-que-me-vou-embora.html' title='adeus que me vou embora'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4712237277401595937</id><published>2009-07-14T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:56:32.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crash into me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/foJs13Tbn4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/foJs13Tbn4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha coisas que nao consigo explicar, uma delas é o quanto esta musica me toca ca dentro, o quanto me faz nadar em lagrimas cada que vez que oiço...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4712237277401595937?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4712237277401595937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4712237277401595937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4712237277401595937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4712237277401595937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/07/crash-into-me.html' title='crash into me'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-458955702521701292</id><published>2009-07-13T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:09:11.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SluwaORSBfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FQzMbfVD694/s1600-h/rfe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SluwaORSBfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FQzMbfVD694/s320/rfe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358070146241005042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim...trabalhar asserio, nao que ja saiba fazer as receitas todasssss como é obvio mas plo menos o caramel macchiatoja ta prometido para a amiga LOL mas agr so quero mesmo as 2 folgas...e the killers obvio =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-458955702521701292?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/458955702521701292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=458955702521701292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/458955702521701292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/458955702521701292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/07/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SluwaORSBfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FQzMbfVD694/s72-c/rfe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1511106158060885900</id><published>2009-07-02T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:26:54.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>54</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Skzz-6UKd6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/W5oyB3PDF_I/s1600-h/P5230241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Skzz-6UKd6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/W5oyB3PDF_I/s320/P5230241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353922319167944610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 anos de alegrias e tristezas mas o como o feitio é o mesmo nunca passamos um sem o outro PARABENS ao TROLHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - segunda feira começa uma nova etapa..starbucks here we go :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-1511106158060885900?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Skzz-6UKd6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/W5oyB3PDF_I/s72-c/P5230241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8246257488525214937</id><published>2009-06-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:10:19.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>e agora deparei-me com isto...e tudo em mim parou do susto e da saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8246257488525214937?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8246257488525214937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8246257488525214937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8246257488525214937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8246257488525214937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2387214346145119122</id><published>2009-06-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:59:55.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3PaFt5lTU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3PaFt5lTU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senhor das melhores musicas alguma vez feitas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2387214346145119122?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2387214346145119122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2387214346145119122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2387214346145119122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2387214346145119122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael jackson'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4710635327659457964</id><published>2009-06-20T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:18:28.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunglasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjypV1IEnBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uzyjA3-IcLQ/s1600-h/Ray+Ban+Jackie+409860171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjypV1IEnBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uzyjA3-IcLQ/s320/Ray+Ban+Jackie+409860171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349336649912589330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi uma historia no minimo engraçada e aqui ficam os ditos (mas mesmo assim as cores nao sao estas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4710635327659457964?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4710635327659457964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4710635327659457964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4710635327659457964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4710635327659457964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunglasses.html' title='sunglasses'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjypV1IEnBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uzyjA3-IcLQ/s72-c/Ray+Ban+Jackie+409860171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8257018930028567824</id><published>2009-06-19T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:34:28.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>festa</title><content type='html'>depois da semana de festa vem o estudo...e hoje é historia e sim, to mesmo mesmo uma pilha de nervos mas va deixo aqui algumas recordaçoes da semana passada para alegrar um pouco o espirito&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtY4IAUYPI/AAAAAAAAAig/rz9uw8z8LUw/s1600-h/freeed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtY4IAUYPI/AAAAAAAAAig/rz9uw8z8LUw/s320/freeed.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348966703677333746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtZwBQ39jI/AAAAAAAAAio/UTWe9i1xxyA/s1600-h/zerxtcyvubin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtZwBQ39jI/AAAAAAAAAio/UTWe9i1xxyA/s320/zerxtcyvubin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348967663940400690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;lux- boys noize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtajBW_RPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/2m-v7-_JPTM/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtajBW_RPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/2m-v7-_JPTM/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348968540139373810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;santos 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtbT2nhY8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/q5tKnQhGkAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtbT2nhY8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/q5tKnQhGkAQ/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348969379069518786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambidela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8257018930028567824?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8257018930028567824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8257018930028567824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8257018930028567824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8257018930028567824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/festa.html' title='festa'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SjtY4IAUYPI/AAAAAAAAAig/rz9uw8z8LUw/s72-c/freeed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1834669201678911985</id><published>2009-06-11T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:38:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTZWhc45HX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTZWhc45HX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha qualquer coisa no jimmy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-1834669201678911985?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1834669201678911985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=1834669201678911985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1834669201678911985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1834669201678911985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4931439588025317895</id><published>2009-06-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:47:38.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Si5mzjQMSNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TwDlvdBkB0E/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Si5mzjQMSNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TwDlvdBkB0E/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345322843557873874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22anos e um de uma boa e plena amizade...que venham muitosss mais Parabens, e nao que o diga todos os dias...mas sim gosto de ti :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4931439588025317895?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4931439588025317895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4931439588025317895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4931439588025317895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4931439588025317895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/22anos-e-um-de-uma-boa-e-plena-amizade.html' title=''/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Si5mzjQMSNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TwDlvdBkB0E/s72-c/IMG_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2033414460176319330</id><published>2009-06-05T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:43:51.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sikg7zUJ7gI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bq5EEJPsYPc/s1600-h/fefr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sikg7zUJ7gI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bq5EEJPsYPc/s320/fefr.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343838644610919938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa vai durar como um casamento cigano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temos lux temos santos e temos bairro e temos capital e temos os santos populares e podemos ter muito mais é so querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fds de repouso...SIGA PA FESTA =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2033414460176319330?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2033414460176319330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2033414460176319330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2033414460176319330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2033414460176319330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/party-time.html' title='PARTY TIME'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sikg7zUJ7gI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bq5EEJPsYPc/s72-c/fefr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8847328261583319802</id><published>2009-05-30T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:19:30.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"a escrita transforma-se em nada comparada com a dor e as lagrimas choradas...podia chegar aqui e escrever e escrever ate que tivesse dito tudo mas nao, nada do que eu escreva vai tirar o sofrimento,o passado tao presente as saudades de te ver a vontade de te abraçar...nao nunca me esqueci de ti...eu nunca me esqueci de ti...tu sim esqueceste-te de mim num abrir e fechar de olhos provavelmente nem te lembras da minha cara...tenho tudo dentro de mim a raiva a angustia o odio tudo borbulha apesar de no amor nao se sentir a dor (dizem eles) uns divertem-se outros afogam-se, procuram todos os dias por uma razao de viver e encontram a vontade do passado, sabendo que ela nao nos vai levar a lado nenhum, que nao havera rebeldia da outra parte, que nao ha sentimentos, nao ha vontade, nao ha abraços, nao havera esperança. e se é tudo assim tao simples porque que uns seguem e outros nao???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8847328261583319802?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8847328261583319802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8847328261583319802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8847328261583319802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8847328261583319802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/05/escrita-transforma-se-em-nada-comparada.html' title=''/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-3224017155355182868</id><published>2009-05-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:37:18.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sh8D7ltQNsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qrZhfrffr8U/s1600-h/dweqe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sh8D7ltQNsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qrZhfrffr8U/s320/dweqe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340992005353780930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-kzYztyQ6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-kzYztyQ6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigo é aquele que te beija com carinho deseja com entusiasmo a tua felicidade e te garante fidelidade humilde é o amigo independentemente do motivo joga tudo para o ar larga todos os seus bens materiais e naturais para cumprir com a obrigaçao de proteger a quem o protege quer bem a quem o adora respeita o teu silencio transforma a tua vida em  uma motivaçao para viver xorando e zelando por ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-3224017155355182868?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3224017155355182868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=3224017155355182868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3224017155355182868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3224017155355182868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/05/amigo-e-aquele-que-te-beija-com-carinho.html' title=''/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sh8D7ltQNsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qrZhfrffr8U/s72-c/dweqe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2221779496392341572</id><published>2009-05-26T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:06:32.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AP</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bsw8GpitoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bsw8GpitoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;“A ausencia da Presença, machuca e fere o coraçao. Cicatrizes que se abrem facilmente, mas que se fecham com a recordaçao"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2221779496392341572?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2221779496392341572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2221779496392341572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2221779496392341572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2221779496392341572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/05/ap.html' title='AP'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2932309137283547845</id><published>2009-05-16T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:27:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sg6i6GmslQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VrAdeq9m8GY/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sg6i6GmslQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VrAdeq9m8GY/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336381727569646850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vontade fugiu bem como a vontade para tudo o resto...a minha concha protectora nao existe nem quer existir a solidao acentua-se dia apos dia e a ignorancia tambem agora so quero a minha cama e os meus lençois e sentir-me confortavel por 3 noites e receber o carinho daqueles que nao esquecem nunca quem somos e que agarram as nossa lagrimas sempre que necessario. OS beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2932309137283547845?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2932309137283547845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2932309137283547845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2932309137283547845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2932309137283547845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/05/vontade.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sg6i6GmslQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VrAdeq9m8GY/s72-c/IMG_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7494405804462537234</id><published>2009-05-12T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:55:41.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGkEy0oz49I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGkEy0oz49I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="125" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tento dizer adeus e engasgo-me&lt;br /&gt;tento afastar-me e tropeço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tento esconder a verdade e nao consigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7494405804462537234?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7494405804462537234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7494405804462537234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7494405804462537234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7494405804462537234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/05/macy.html' title='Macy'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2985318963172531617</id><published>2009-05-07T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:20:57.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SgNPKfJNY2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/HUt72gam4bE/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SgNPKfJNY2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/HUt72gam4bE/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333193425314210658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-5-09&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Percorri o passeio sempre na esperança de receber algo, ao chegar ao fim sentei-me, queria pensar e nao conseguia, queria por os pensamentos e as ideias no sitio e nada me vinha á cabeça, estava chateada,zangada com tudo que nem vontade tinha de pensar so queria gritar...isso a minha maneira de me expressar era gritar. gritar tanto ate que os olhos estivessem cobertos de lagrimas. peguei no telemovel e ligue para a unica pessoa que sabia que nao ia perguntar nada, ia ouvir e por alguns segundos ia haver o silencio, o que me compreende, o que sabe a vontade e a força...mas com quem eu queria falar aserio e mostrar a vontade nao estava la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fui ate á expo e apesar de nao estar nas melhores condiçoes ainda tive forças para umas fotografias para experimentar a minha novissima aquisiçao =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SgNQILvXXjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/baR5Qzf7LrE/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SgNQILvXXjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/baR5Qzf7LrE/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333194485257428530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5293332990245388115-2985318963172531617?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2985318963172531617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2985318963172531617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2985318963172531617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2985318963172531617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/05/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SgNPKfJNY2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/HUt72gam4bE/s72-c/IMG_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8159887235913704335</id><published>2009-05-03T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:24:31.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sf1-DdFtwQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9Xv5LMN5gmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sf1-DdFtwQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9Xv5LMN5gmQ/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331556131689840898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sf17VJFnt7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/vAKBvzda_ak/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sf17VJFnt7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/vAKBvzda_ak/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331553137023498162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;"há perguntas para as quais não há resposta possível, porque nunca devem ser perguntadas. &lt;br /&gt;Mas se me perguntares como irá ser a nossa vida daqui para a frente, eu responderei que te irei amar até ao fim da minha vida, com a mesma intensidade do primeiro dia, e em quantas vidas eu respirar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8159887235913704335?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8159887235913704335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8159887235913704335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8159887235913704335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8159887235913704335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/05/perguntas.html' title='Perguntas'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sf1-DdFtwQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9Xv5LMN5gmQ/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1669453523135627716</id><published>2009-04-18T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T05:48:55.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SenL2q1d5nI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2v9gFpJQBok/s1600-h/1164722606_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SenL2q1d5nI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2v9gFpJQBok/s320/1164722606_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326012174414243442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7MUeHSGIyU&amp;amp;hl=en&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/l7MUeHSGIyU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="244"&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/5293332990245388115-1669453523135627716?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1669453523135627716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=1669453523135627716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1669453523135627716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1669453523135627716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/04/sexuality.html' title='Sexuality'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SenL2q1d5nI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2v9gFpJQBok/s72-c/1164722606_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1643494705828834554</id><published>2009-02-22T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:48:25.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan in real life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/26ErAirHeko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/26ErAirHeko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty Barasco: Love is not a feeling, Mr. Burns. It's an ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-1643494705828834554?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1643494705828834554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=1643494705828834554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1643494705828834554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1643494705828834554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/02/dan-in-real-life.html' title='Dan in real life'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8513411050767882459</id><published>2009-02-17T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:39:58.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balançar</title><content type='html'>Pedes-me um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra balanço de vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sou de letras&lt;br /&gt;Não me sei dividir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim um balanço&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo balançar&lt;br /&gt;Balançar até dar&lt;br /&gt;Balanço e sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedes-me um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer de chão&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu desses não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Só dos de voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarras a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;E prendes-me a dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que me estás a salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quê?&lt;br /&gt;De viver o perigo&lt;br /&gt;De quê?&lt;br /&gt;De rasgar o peito&lt;br /&gt;Com o quê?&lt;br /&gt;De morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que paixão?&lt;br /&gt;De quê?&lt;br /&gt;Se o que mata mais&lt;br /&gt;É não ver&lt;br /&gt;O que a noite esconde&lt;br /&gt;E não ter&lt;br /&gt;Nem sentir o vento ardente&lt;br /&gt;A soprar o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendes o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Dentro das mãos fechadas&lt;br /&gt;E o que cabe é pouco&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tudo o que tens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueces que às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Quando falha o chão&lt;br /&gt;O salto é sem rede&lt;br /&gt;E tens de abrir as mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedes-me um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Pra juntar os pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tudo o que parte&lt;br /&gt;Se volta a colar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agarras a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;E prendes-me e dizes-me&lt;br /&gt;Para te salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quê?&lt;br /&gt;De viver o perigo&lt;br /&gt;De quê?&lt;br /&gt;De rasgar o peito&lt;br /&gt;Com o quê?&lt;br /&gt;De morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que paixão?&lt;br /&gt;De quê?&lt;br /&gt;se o que mata mais&lt;br /&gt;É não ver&lt;br /&gt;O que a noite esconde&lt;br /&gt;E não ter&lt;br /&gt;Nem sentir o vento ardente&lt;br /&gt;A soprar o coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8513411050767882459?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8513411050767882459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8513411050767882459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SZf8-UO2q6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/sWLsCvwTuR4/s1600-h/reloj_ataud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SZf8-UO2q6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/sWLsCvwTuR4/s320/reloj_ataud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302985233765149602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chema Madoz...http://www.chemamadoz.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5012811398459839323?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5012811398459839323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4989924298077576582</id><published>2009-02-10T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:49:50.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fray</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQfC5Vkn_PA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQfC5Vkn_PA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4989924298077576582?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4989924298077576582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4989924298077576582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4989924298077576582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4989924298077576582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/02/fray.html' title='the fray'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2064355698357658938</id><published>2009-02-08T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:43:12.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>madcom</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/edtun2odUyc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/edtun2odUyc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao quero falar nem pensar:)&lt;br /&gt;semestre feito venho o proximo e que venha o 3 ano e que tudo acabe =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2064355698357658938?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2064355698357658938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2064355698357658938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2064355698357658938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2064355698357658938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/02/madcom.html' title='madcom'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4969736737733972924</id><published>2009-01-31T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:58:17.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f00MUWf5swc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f00MUWf5swc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA VOLTAVA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4969736737733972924?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4969736737733972924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4969736737733972924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4969736737733972924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4969736737733972924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/ja-voltava.html' title=''/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2984237910929044993</id><published>2009-01-25T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:45:14.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ela e ele</title><content type='html'>"Ela sofria; ele nem ligava. Ela chorava; ele sorria. Ela falava; ele não ouvia. Ele mentia; ela acreditava. Ela esperava-o; ele não voltava. Ela queria coisa séria; ele só se queria divertir. Ela sorria pra ele; ele ria-se dela. Ela acreditava em tudo o que ele dizia; ele dizia o mesmo para as outras. Ela queria pra sempre; ele só por um momento. Ela entregava-se; ele evitava-a. Ela falava: amo-te; ele apenas sorria. Ela ficava pelo conteúdo; ele ficava por quantidade. Ela procurava o príncipe; ele procurava a próxima. Ela queria-o; ele queria uma.&lt;br /&gt;Uns tempos mais tarde.. Ele descobriu que ela era única; ela descobriu que ele era só mais um. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2984237910929044993?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2984237910929044993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2984237910929044993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2984237910929044993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2984237910929044993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/ela-e-ele.html' title='ela e ele'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2065801755458492560</id><published>2009-01-20T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:11:07.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVER PARA QUE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"enquanto ela chorava ele agarrava-a com força para que por uns momentos ela senti-se que tinha ali alguem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que construi caiu e agora nao consigo erguer nada. levanto todos os dias com o pensamento de que "hoje vai ser um melhor dia" e nao é...nao controlo as lagrimas que me caem constantemente, mostro falsos sorrisos e nao ha ninguem que abafe o meu choro.tudo que me dizem em nada me ajuda, mais me deitam abaixo porque??? porque nada é real e eu continuo na ilusao o pior é as pessoas nao perceberem o quanto nos desiludem e o quanto estupidas sao e tu que dixes que esqueces e que nunca mais pensas nisto ou naquilo, mas por seres humana e com sentimentos nunca consegues fazer o contrario do que dizes e continuas fiel ao que achas correcto apesar de secalhar sem saberes vais cair em todas as mentiras que te contam e tudo o que te dizem...é ai sim te sentes novamente INUTIL PERANTE A VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levaram-me a felicidade levaram-me tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sDuHzyROn0&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/8sDuHzyROn0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5293332990245388115-2065801755458492560?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2065801755458492560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2065801755458492560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2065801755458492560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2065801755458492560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/viver-para-que.html' title='VIVER PARA QUE?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-3518837116477642308</id><published>2009-01-16T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:04:37.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALO</title><content type='html'>Lembra dessas paredes que eu ergui?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, querido, elas estão desmoronando.&lt;br /&gt;E elas nem sequer vão tentar se erguer,&lt;br /&gt;Elas nem ao menos vão fazer um som.&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei uma maneira de te deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca tive realmente uma dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Permanecendo na luz da sua auréola.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho meu anjo agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu estivesse sendo despertada,&lt;br /&gt;Toda regra que eu tenho quebrado&lt;br /&gt;É o risco que estou correndo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou te calar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os lugares que olho agora&lt;br /&gt;Sou surpreendida por seu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Querido, eu posso ver sua auréola.&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que é minha graça salvadora,&lt;br /&gt;Você é tudo o que preciso e mais,&lt;br /&gt;Isso está escrito por toda sua face.&lt;br /&gt;Querido, eu posso sentir sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Rezarei para que ela não desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso sentir sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ver sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso sentir sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ver sua auréola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acerta-me como um raio de sol,&lt;br /&gt;Queimando através da minha escuridão noturna.&lt;br /&gt;Você é o único que eu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou sendo tomada por sua luz,&lt;br /&gt;Eu jurei que não hei de cair novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nem ao menos me sinto como se estivesse caindo.&lt;br /&gt;Gravidade, não se esqueça&lt;br /&gt;De me colocar no chão de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu estivesse sendo despertada,&lt;br /&gt;Toda regra que eu tenho quebrado&lt;br /&gt;É o risco que estou correndo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou te calar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os lugares que olho agora&lt;br /&gt;Sou surpreendida por seu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Querido, eu posso ver sua auréola.&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que é minha graça salvadora,&lt;br /&gt;Você é tudo o que preciso e mais,&lt;br /&gt;Isso está escrito por toda sua face.&lt;br /&gt;Querido, eu posso sentir sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Rezarei para que ela não desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso sentir sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ver sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso sentir sua auréola,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ver sua auréola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P67KRkz190E&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P67KRkz190E&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/5293332990245388115-3518837116477642308?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3518837116477642308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=3518837116477642308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3518837116477642308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3518837116477642308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/halo.html' title='HALO'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' 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ERA...'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5293519289672501307</id><published>2008-12-20T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:36:11.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi a minha coroa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SU0dHVz8sGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9iI7vZMop14/s1600-h/DSC_6670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SU0dHVz8sGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9iI7vZMop14/s320/DSC_6670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281909949926781026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;My love will rip a hole in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Givin' myself to you from the essence of my being&lt;br /&gt;Sing to my God all these songs of love and healing&lt;br /&gt;Want Moshiach now so it's time we start revealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I have and you're all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day I pray to get to know you please&lt;br /&gt;I want to be close to you, yes I'm so hungry&lt;br /&gt;You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Without you there's no me&lt;br /&gt;You're the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the world is dark and I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;With these, demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, yes I believe, I said I believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;Won't be brought down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee&lt;br /&gt;Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe&lt;br /&gt;Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe&lt;br /&gt;Out of darkness comes light, twilight unto the heights&lt;br /&gt;Crown Heights burnin' up all through till twilight&lt;br /&gt;Said, thank you to my God, now I finally got it right&lt;br /&gt;And I'll fight with all of my heart, and all a' my soul, and all a' my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;Me no want no sinsemilla.&lt;br /&gt;That would only bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Burn away my brain no way my brain is to compound&lt;br /&gt;Torah food for my brain let it rain till I drown&lt;br /&gt;Thunder!&lt;br /&gt;Let the blessings come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strip away the layers and reveal your soul&lt;br /&gt;Got to give yourself up and then you become whole&lt;br /&gt;You're a slave to yourself and you don't even know&lt;br /&gt;You want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow&lt;br /&gt;If you're trying to stay high then you're bound to stay low&lt;br /&gt;You want God but you can't deflate your ego&lt;br /&gt;If you're already there then there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;If you're cup's already full then its bound to overflow&lt;br /&gt;If you're drowning in the water's and you can't stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;Ask Hashem for mercy and he'll throw you a rope&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for help from God you say he couldn't be found&lt;br /&gt;Searching up to the sky and looking beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a King without his Crown&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you keep fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;You really want to live but can't get rid of your frown&lt;br /&gt;Tried to reach unto the heights and wound bound down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Given up your pride and the you heard a sound&lt;br /&gt;Out of night comes day and out of day comes light&lt;br /&gt;Nullified to the One like sunlight in a ray,&lt;br /&gt;Makin' room for his love and a fire gone blaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reelin' him in&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been for so long&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to stay strong been livin' in galus (exile) for 2000 years strong&lt;br /&gt;Where ya been for so long&lt;br /&gt;Been livin in this exhile for too long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5293519289672501307?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5293519289672501307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5293519289672501307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7149165165406713725</id><published>2008-12-17T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:59:35.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o bruto bruto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SUku8pRcawI/AAAAAAAAAeE/20AAwTVeukE/s1600-h/Fotografia+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SUku8pRcawI/AAAAAAAAAeE/20AAwTVeukE/s320/Fotografia+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280803657474665218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o corpo podia nao ser perfeito...mas nos fomos&lt;br /&gt;as minhas maos chamam pelo teu corpo por cada curva que te caracteriza&lt;br /&gt;o meu corpo chama pelos teus dedos&lt;br /&gt;a minha mente chama por ti &lt;br /&gt;diz-me para te rasgar tudo o que tenhas vestido&lt;br /&gt;para te encostar a uma parede e pensar que ambos somos animais&lt;br /&gt;animais com fome com desejo imenso &lt;br /&gt;usar e de abusar de ti &lt;br /&gt;cravar as minhas unhas nas tuas costas&lt;br /&gt;empurrar-te com tanta força contra a parede que geles ali naquele momento &lt;br /&gt;que me deixes sentir-te como nunca te senti &lt;br /&gt;tocar-te como nunca toquei&lt;br /&gt;morder-te em sitios que nem sonhas...&lt;br /&gt;que faça o que tive vontade e que nunca fiz&lt;br /&gt;que renasça algo&lt;br /&gt;que no fim os teus olhos nao sejam os mesmos quando olhas para mim &lt;br /&gt;o calor aumenta e tu das vontade de ir mais longe picar-te ate ao dia em que tudo se resuma a um "olhos nos olhos"e ai...nem pensar duas vezes e ate pode ser erro mas...nada vai mudar imagina-o como puro prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN WHO CAN'T BE MOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SUku8pRcawI/AAAAAAAAAeE/20AAwTVeukE/s72-c/Fotografia+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-447828740309798512</id><published>2008-12-01T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:19:21.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tua unica realidade</title><content type='html'>Estou me segurando na sua corda&lt;br /&gt;Estou a três metros do chão&lt;br /&gt;Estou ouvindo o que você está dizendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo falar nada&lt;br /&gt;Você diz que precisa de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Depois vai e me deixa pra baixo, mas espere&lt;br /&gt;Você me diz que se arrependeu,&lt;br /&gt;Não esperava que eu viraria e diria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Disse que é tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te daria outra chance, eu cairia,&lt;br /&gt;Eu levaria um tiro por você&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você assim como um coração precisa bater,&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não é nenhuma novidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amei com um fogo intenso,&lt;br /&gt;Agora está se apagando&lt;br /&gt;E você disse ''me perdoe'' como um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Os céus me fizeram pensar que era você&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Disse que é tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Disse que é tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Disse que é tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;(Tarde demais)&lt;br /&gt;Disse que é tarde demais para desculpar-se&lt;br /&gt;(Tarde demais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me segurando na sua corda&lt;br /&gt;Estou a três metros do chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a mais de tres metros...durante mais quanto tempo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;Systematic Colours, Vol. 1&lt;br /&gt;Por: Stephan Bodzin&lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2006-12-05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-447828740309798512?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/447828740309798512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=447828740309798512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/447828740309798512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SQyPUuiOzsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vBukmcAAaNU/s320/HPIM0870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739650741030594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo actual:  angustiado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao inicio nao gostavas de mim e eu nao gostava de ti hoje ao fim de 3anos partilhamos sorrisos,partilhamos lagrimas,partilhamos confissoes, nao passo sem ti nem tu sem mim...hoje preciso de ti mas tu ainda precisas mais de mim precisas de chorar e eu tambem precisas de falar e dizer o quanto te sentes mal neste momento...mais uma vez estou ao teu lado tal como tu estas ao meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo-te por hoje por amanha e por todo o sempre porque tas la sempre que é preciso á distancia de um telefonema a qualquer hora a qualquer minuto, porque construimos uma amizade que nem a distancia pode parar.Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neste momento a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;Tribalistas&lt;br /&gt;Por: Tribalistas&lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2003-03-11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7565610224684025590?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7565610224684025590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7565610224684025590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7565610224684025590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7565610224684025590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu.html' title='tu...'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SQyPUuiOzsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vBukmcAAaNU/s72-c/HPIM0870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5390218531501580377</id><published>2008-10-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:11:02.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao sabes como me queres (continuaçao)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SQpaIKpY4-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/r7EAvnVKREE/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SQpaIKpY4-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/r7EAvnVKREE/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263118210879251426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Modo actual:  esquecido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao sabes como me queres...mas sabes que vou tar sempre aqui...falar nao falo, deixo as palavras para ti...chega de lamurias, quando gostamos/gostámos realmente de alguem sentimos sempre a sua falta, a sua presença na nossa vida é fundamental e apesar de tudo gostamos sempre das mensagens das palavras amigas, de saber que esse alguem la esta...mas neste momento eu nao digo as palavras prefiro que me digam a mim apesar de saber que o melhor é sentar-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;I Changed My Mind&lt;br /&gt;Por: Keyshia Cole&lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2004-11-09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5390218531501580377?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5390218531501580377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5390218531501580377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5390218531501580377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5390218531501580377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/nao-sabes-como-me-queres-continuaao.html' title='Nao sabes como me queres (continuaçao)'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SQpaIKpY4-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/r7EAvnVKREE/s72-c/090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4620553869046066004</id><published>2008-10-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:36:51.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SPO_I8bsAWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VCLWOPOU1Ww/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SPO_I8bsAWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VCLWOPOU1Ww/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256755350453616994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas longe e os stresses sao sempre os mesmos...porque que te desiludem constantemente, porque que estendes a mao e nunca ninguem te estende a ti??? custa mandar uma mensagem? custa??? custa dizer um olá? custa saberes se estas bem???custa dar um passo em frente sem esquecer o passado??? CUSTA...mas custa mesmo e tentas ser superior a tudo...e tentas deixar passar tudo e pensas sempre que foi a ultima vez...que na proxima nao vais ficar desiludida mas a verdade é que ficas sempre e ninguem tem coragem de ver que erro e te de dizer que errou mas a vida é mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensa que amanha é um novo dia e que ao contrario de hoje ninguem te vai desiludir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4620553869046066004?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4620553869046066004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4620553869046066004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4620553869046066004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4620553869046066004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/estas-longe-e-os-stresses-sao-sempre-os.html' title=''/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SPO_I8bsAWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VCLWOPOU1Ww/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5407065517491184249</id><published>2008-10-09T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:11:47.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i carry your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SO5lY5pcUmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ixeYAQSg148/s1600-h/Imagem+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SO5lY5pcUmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ixeYAQSg148/s400/Imagem+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255249293653856866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;Continuum&lt;br /&gt;Por: John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2008-04-08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5407065517491184249?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5407065517491184249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5407065517491184249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5407065517491184249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5407065517491184249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-carry-your-heart.html' title='i carry your heart'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SO5lY5pcUmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ixeYAQSg148/s72-c/Imagem+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4911513337689224165</id><published>2008-10-06T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:48:06.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SOqVaFW5NRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NltSbi2gQwY/s1600-h/LoveInaHug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254176190628443410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SOqVaFW5NRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NltSbi2gQwY/s400/LoveInaHug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso significa muito.Enriquece quem o recebe,sem empobrecer quem o oferece,dura apenas um segundo,mas a sua recordação,por vezes,nunca se apaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VBex8zbDRs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VBex8zbDRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="125" height="144"&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/5293332990245388115-4911513337689224165?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4911513337689224165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4911513337689224165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4911513337689224165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4911513337689224165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-sorriso.html' title='Um sorriso'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SOqVaFW5NRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NltSbi2gQwY/s72-c/LoveInaHug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-737476759162516691</id><published>2008-10-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:07:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sera de ti?</title><content type='html'>Modo actual:  blah &lt;br /&gt;"Será de ti ou será de mim...o facto é que me sinto mais esquesita e confusa do que alguma vez senti...ora tenho ora nao tenho sentimentos ora quero sorrir ora nao quero...deixa-me ir de uma vez por todas...será que eu nao quero partir? será que tambem nao estas disposto a isso?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neste momento a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;Hometown Glory&lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2008-08-12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-737476759162516691?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/737476759162516691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=737476759162516691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/737476759162516691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/737476759162516691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/sera-de-ti.html' title='Sera de ti?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8229898523757783666</id><published>2008-09-27T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:22:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMO-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SN5PohE_M-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0wtUmO7t9yE/s1600-h/DSC01647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SN5PohE_M-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0wtUmO7t9yE/s400/DSC01647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250721773053228002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de todas as vezes esta foi a que custou mais...ver-te ali sentada naquela cadeira e apesar do bom aspecto que aparentavas ter estavas mais fraca do que qualquer um de nós possa pensar...estas no meu coração e segunda faço a visita a que tenho direito porque sei que o que mais te alegra é ver a tua neta ao teu lado a cuidar de ti. amo-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;What I had to do, had to run from you &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you but the vibe is wrong &lt;br /&gt;And that haunted me, all the way home &lt;br /&gt;So you never know, never never know, &lt;br /&gt;Never know enough, 'til it's over love &lt;br /&gt;'Til we lose control, system overload &lt;br /&gt;Screamin' "No! No! No! N-No!" &lt;br /&gt;I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;See I wanna move, but can't escape from you &lt;br /&gt;So I keep it low, keep a secret code &lt;br /&gt;So everybody else don't have to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Keepin' your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Now keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Now keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;You lose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse: &lt;br /&gt;I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my cool, so I keep it true &lt;br /&gt;I got somethin to lose, so I gotta move &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep myself, and still keep you too &lt;br /&gt;So I keep in mind, when I'm on my own &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far from home, in the danger zone &lt;br /&gt;How many times did I tell ya fo it finally got through &lt;br /&gt;You lose, you lose &lt;br /&gt;I'm not lovin' you, the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;See I had to go, see I had to move &lt;br /&gt;No more wastin' time, you can't wait for life &lt;br /&gt;We're just racin' time, where's the finish line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;So keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Keepin' your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Now keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Now keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;You lose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse: &lt;br /&gt;I'm not lovin you, the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;I bet no one knew, I got no one new &lt;br /&gt;I know I said I'm through, but got love for you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not lovin' you, the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep it goin', keep the lovin' goin' &lt;br /&gt;Keep it on a roll, only God knows &lt;br /&gt;If I be with you, baby I'm confused &lt;br /&gt;You choose, you choose &lt;br /&gt;I'm not lovin' you, the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;Where I wanna go, I don't need you &lt;br /&gt;I've been down this road, too many times before &lt;br /&gt;I'm not lovin' you, the way I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;So keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Keepin' your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Now keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;Now keep your love locked down &lt;br /&gt;You lose, you lose &lt;br /&gt;You lose, you lose &lt;br /&gt;You lose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8229898523757783666?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8229898523757783666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8229898523757783666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8229898523757783666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8229898523757783666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/amo-te.html' title='AMO-TE'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SN5PohE_M-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0wtUmO7t9yE/s72-c/DSC01647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8981787795825631123</id><published>2008-09-23T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:18:17.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anjos envolvem-se com o meu coraçao o diabo persegue-me a mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNlyoqVLA7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/5ywU7PFtwSU/s1600-h/014uyfhjgklkiyhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNlyoqVLA7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/5ywU7PFtwSU/s400/014uyfhjgklkiyhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249352883560448946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdida num mar que nao acaba os pensamentos sao inversos,sao negativos os anjos envolvem-se com o meu coraçao o diabo persegue-me a mente, os pensamentos...desanda quem tem que desandar,canso-me todos os dias de repetir as mesmas coisas as mesmas pessoas e de nao me perceberem a mensagem que lhes é transmitida...estou cansada,a serio quero baixar os braços e parar, parar o tempo e andar 10 anos para tras, quero o tempo em que nao me preocupava com nada em que os amigos nao nos "davam" trabalho em que sorria todos os dias com uma vontade maior que o mundo...de ouvir coisas boas todos os dias, de nos mimarem todos os dias...mas enfim ja somos crescidos e no mundo dos adultos costuma-se dizer que "levanta a cabeça e segue em frente" e nós deixamo-nos iludir nessa conversa que ao fim ao cabo nao vale de nada,em nada mas nada nos ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are full of surprises&lt;br /&gt;They cannot predict my fate&lt;br /&gt;Waiting underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;The angels they surround my heart&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like over and over you're pushing me&lt;br /&gt;Right down to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I should just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Over and over I keep on coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;I play into your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;You can lie to me right through your smile&lt;br /&gt;I've seen behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sober, no more intoxicating my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8981787795825631123?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8981787795825631123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8981787795825631123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8981787795825631123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8981787795825631123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/anjos-envolvem-se-com-o-meu-coraao-o.html' title='anjos envolvem-se com o meu coraçao o diabo persegue-me a mente'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNlyoqVLA7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/5ywU7PFtwSU/s72-c/014uyfhjgklkiyhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-6222976524346637541</id><published>2008-09-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:52:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPULSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNgFVtK7GOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/obXdrmhdGoY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNgFVtK7GOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/obXdrmhdGoY/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248951236161116386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo actual:  amoroso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estao descontrolados...perdi o controle dos meus impulsos sem perceber como, alguns so tenho vontade de os fazer sem pensar em nada...afinal o proprio nome diz tudo mas o medo de eles nao serem bem recebidos e de haver mesmo uma rejeiçao faz-me dar um passo para tras...mas a vontade de os levar em frente é grande,ENORME quero faze-los sem pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja outros impulsos sao demasiados estupidos...nao tem sentido nenhum de ser as cenas que digo, saem-me da boca e quando do por mim arrependo-me de ter tido pois percebi que nao devia ter dito nem sequer pensado aquilo...o problema é que quando me apercebo ja é tarde de mais e ai so posso esperar que aceitem as minhas desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"as desculpas nao se pedem...evitam-se"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-6222976524346637541?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6222976524346637541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=6222976524346637541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6222976524346637541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6222976524346637541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/impulsos.html' title='IMPULSOS'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNgFVtK7GOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/obXdrmhdGoY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-3533722607150754921</id><published>2008-09-21T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:44:49.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>razao pela qual (...) A vida que eu escolhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNaHGHtL4WI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YvG9b2LcZ1M/s1600-h/P7210012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNaHGHtL4WI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YvG9b2LcZ1M/s400/P7210012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248530954964427106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em primeiro lugar um pedido de desculpas...aos fds é impossivel flr no msn, o computador aqui de casa é da idade da pedra,2 janelas no msn abertas e é a maior lentidao que se possa imaginar,nao consigo flr com ninguem como deve ser. por isso qualquer coisa telemovel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O inicio de semana cheira bem...acho que nada pode correr mal, vou enfrentar a nova vida com mais garra do que nunca vou continuar a sorrir como se nao sentisse falta de nada como que tudo á minha volta fosse perfeito...vou sonhar com roma e com tudo o que vou. so agora me apercebi como ja passou um ano...tanta coisa,tanta mudança tanto crescimento que sinceramente nao pensei atingir tao depressa, mas ainda bem que tudo aconteceu aprendi muito e devo isso a todas as pessoas que neste ano passaram por mim,algumas ja nem fazem parte da minha vida mas so me fixeram foi abrir os olhos e perceber o que realmente é importante na vida e quem é importante, graças a elas hoje dou um valor incondicionavel a tudo tudo o que tenho na vida e dia apos dias tenho mais vontade de viver, de fazer locuras de ir á lua e voltar de sorrir e sorrir e de dar alegria e felicidade a toda a gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your body is a wonderland that i what to discover in a very wild way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s 2 quilos a mais :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-3533722607150754921?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3533722607150754921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=3533722607150754921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3533722607150754921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3533722607150754921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/razao-pela-qual-vida-que-eu-escolhi.html' title='razao pela qual (...) A vida que eu escolhi'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNaHGHtL4WI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YvG9b2LcZ1M/s72-c/P7210012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5165099545677001826</id><published>2008-09-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:06:01.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THEM ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNURCOvBPvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x7nl7sOdDdk/s1600-h/Imagem+2112596513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNURCOvBPvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x7nl7sOdDdk/s400/Imagem+2112596513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248119670782902002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dizes o que sentes e o que pensas e vai na volta ainda arranjas "problemas" por causa disso...mas se isso acontecer nunca deixes de o fazer porque acima de tudo és quem és e se o fazes e dizes é porque nasceste assim cresces-te assim e morreras assim na vida so fica quem tem que ficar esforça-te por manter quem queres na tua vida e deixa tudo o resto para tras, pensa em ti e nos que gostam de ti, dá o verdadeiro valor a todos eles, concretiza os teus sonhos e ajuda-os a concretizar os deles, acima de tudo faz da felicidade deles a tua felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bilhete para roma cada vez mais perto perto perto...ja cheira...ABRIL ABRIL A dream come true :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't look back &lt;br /&gt;Still I'm dying with every step I take &lt;br /&gt;But I don't look back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts with every heartbeat &lt;br /&gt;And it hurts with every heartbeat &lt;br /&gt;And it hurts with every heartbeat &lt;br /&gt;And it hurts with every heartbeat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=h-wmAeqDSKw [DIVA]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5165099545677001826?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5165099545677001826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5165099545677001826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5165099545677001826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5165099545677001826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-them-all.html' title='I LOVE THEM ALL'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNURCOvBPvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x7nl7sOdDdk/s72-c/Imagem+2112596513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5818486780721028719</id><published>2008-09-18T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:41:54.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesso as paredes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNLnA2Qc2uI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q5s1ya2ageI/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SNLnA2Qc2uI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q5s1ya2ageI/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247510517590579938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sonhos uma vitoria uma derrota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 semanas vitorias e mais vitorias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando vejo dou por mim sem saber o que é bom e o que é mau...quero uma coisa e por mais que tente tenho uma barreira que nao me deixa chegar ao outro lado,baixo os braços e levanto-os vezes e vezes sem conta mas chego a ponto em que me pergunto"vale a pena continuar? vale mesmo?" a vida aqui parece que é mais rapida...o que quero onde quero como quero á hora que quero stress??nem ve-lo a calma esta á minha volta a vontade de fazer tudo em grande é cada vez maior...de conviver mas os degraus aqui sao dificies de subir e tu tentas e queres sempre mais mas algo te evita e tu das por ti sem conseguir pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;confesso as paredes o que sinto o que penso grito choro revolto-me a sensaçao de alivio é alguma vou á varanda e vejo o tejo...a calma é outra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5818486780721028719?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5818486780721028719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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esqueces-te?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-3596191216299379717</id><published>2008-09-14T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:43:52.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vida vida ó que tu privas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMz45ScNebI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ya1fZrRidmE/s1600-h/ImagemOLY+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMz45ScNebI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ya1fZrRidmE/s400/ImagemOLY+228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245841329066178994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apercebi-me de muita coisa ontem...a vida é sempre boa contudo ha momentos que por mais feliz que tu estejas existe alguem que mesmo sem saber te "priva" de seguir em frente...nest momento é esse o obstaculo que tu tens de ultrapassar se algo acontecer melhor ainda se nao passa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA minha...podem gozar á vontade mas eu vejo a diva e voces não hard CANDYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-3596191216299379717?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3596191216299379717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=3596191216299379717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-3156377185300252333</id><published>2008-09-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:25:25.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>algo que escrevi para ti...amote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMv1rSOghaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IYriITD_eBY/s1600-h/Munique07_2+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245556314978944418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMv1rSOghaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IYriITD_eBY/s200/Munique07_2+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma viagem...uma vida!&lt;br /&gt;"fazes muito mais que o sol" minha Su, minha star que em munique se tornou famosa mesmo hein?? ;) oportunidade de te conhecer muito melhor,de partilharmos uma viagem que nunca vai ser esquecida por todas as razoes.&lt;br /&gt;es pequena de altura mas grande de coração tenhao saudades tuas, desses teus stresses antes dos testes, dos teus abraços fortes, da tua voz que é tao alta que toda a gente olha pra ti e por mais que alguem te diga sempre "Susana fala baixo" tu ainda falas mais alto ahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;parabens meu amor, apesar de ser um dia depois nao podia deixar de paxar e hoje o blog é todo teu porque mereces porque te amo e porque para alem dos parabens de anos tnh que te dar os parabens pla entrada na faculdade,este é o ano em que vais realizar tudo e nada vai ficar pra tras...direito de espera :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZIp4hbuYw0&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a serie real, um dia post o nosso filme aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ti...amote'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMv1rSOghaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IYriITD_eBY/s72-c/Munique07_2+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4407682728491389999</id><published>2008-09-11T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:13:14.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Podemos falar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMj9DmPyKkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jCpLkP86kyM/s1600-h/Img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMj9DmPyKkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jCpLkP86kyM/s400/Img010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244720004321126978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo actual:  determinado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltar com alguem que realmente me apercebi de quem gosto muito,com quem tenho vontade de estar e falar de rir e de fazer rir,de ver o teu sorriso poder estar contigo como amiga e de falar contigo sobre tudo,nao tenho problemas em o fazer o que passou passou mas a vida continua e eu???eu quero fazer tudo isto fico muito feliz pelo que consegues temo é que nao percebas isso,que quero estar contigo e apoiar-te que preciso de ti e quem sabe também tu precises de mim,a relaçao que havia pode sempre ser a mesma afinal na vida o principal é a amizade e é sempre bom saberes quem tens ao teu lado com quem podes contar e falar estarei aqui a qualquer hora a qualquer minuto so para te ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento a ouvir : &lt;br /&gt;Better Days &lt;br /&gt;Por: Pete Murray &lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2005-09-27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4407682728491389999?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4407682728491389999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4407682728491389999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4407682728491389999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4407682728491389999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/podemos-falar.html' title='Podemos falar?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMj9DmPyKkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jCpLkP86kyM/s72-c/Img010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7494228885959336169</id><published>2008-09-10T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:33:02.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatizante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMhY4B9cEwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/50k6UANK1fE/s1600-h/Img019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMhY4B9cEwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/50k6UANK1fE/s400/Img019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244539485694989058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo actual:  angustiado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é engraçado como vais uma noite na tua vida a andar pla cidade e paras na paragem á espera do autocarro, o que aconteceu depois por mais que que tenha vindo alguem em aucilio é algo que agr nao te vai sair da cabeça e por isso ali naquele sitio aquela hora nunca mais me apanham...acho que vou descançar, as emoçoes ficaram demasidos estranhas tudo parece uma estupidez,aquelas maos desconheçidas no teu corpo continuam na tua cabeça e tu queres que essa imagem saia e nao sai receias ate que algo mais te volte a acontecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao penses que sim que esta tudo bem,nao esta nada esta e secalhar nunca vai estar a força que dixes ter nao a tens e esqueces-te de tudo e todos queres tar sozinho no teu canto sem que ninguem te chatei que te deixem com os teus pensamentos.nao tnh forças e nao posso dixer que as tenho minto a quem digo isto desculpem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento a ouvir : &lt;br /&gt;Corner of the Earth &lt;br /&gt;Por: Jamiroquai &lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2002-07-30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7494228885959336169?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7494228885959336169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7494228885959336169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7494228885959336169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7494228885959336169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/traumatizante.html' title='Traumatizante'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMhY4B9cEwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/50k6UANK1fE/s72-c/Img019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5945720427883163930</id><published>2008-09-09T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:04:10.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao tentes agradar so para gostarem de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMZXy0lDlBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/POt3BOFEQMg/s1600-h/Img012-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMZXy0lDlBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/POt3BOFEQMg/s400/Img012-vert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243975346738664466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começei uma nova etapa,sinceramente estou feliz e por mais que nao tenha o apoio directo de certas pessoas sei que no fundo nao só eu estou feliz mas tb os outros á minha volta que estao felizes por mim e um obrigado a todos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem percebi que há muita gente que faz tudo para tentar agradar alguem de quem gostam mais concretamente amigos, a verdade é que eu propria ja passei por isso ja tentei agradar a alguem e mostrei uma coisa que nao era, as vezes ate me tornava chata e por mais que nao quisesse ver as pessoas chegavam a uma altura em que nao tinham paciencia,acho que me apercebi que nos somos como somos,gostamos do que temos que gostar independentemente de se os outros gostam ou nao, temos de ser nós mesmo e sermos felizes por aquilo que somos e por tudo o que fazemos, o resto?isso vem por acrescimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5945720427883163930?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5945720427883163930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMZXy0lDlBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/POt3BOFEQMg/s72-c/Img012-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2570898926037575354</id><published>2008-09-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:45:16.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens 23 anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMKpqkyLZwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vOUrm1Eg07c/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMKpqkyLZwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vOUrm1Eg07c/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242939465106417410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo actual:  artistico &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens aos pais,23 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto a mim menos uma cadeira com que me preocupar, um emprego pra enfrentar com muita garra, uma nova casa para viver muitas emoçoes e uma nova vida pra viver com um sorriso na cara :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viver o presente sem nos colarmos muito ao passado e sem pensarmos no futuro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento a ouvir : &lt;br /&gt;American Boy &lt;br /&gt;Por: Estelle &lt;br /&gt;Data de lançamento: 2008-04-15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2570898926037575354?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2570898926037575354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2570898926037575354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2570898926037575354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2570898926037575354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/viver-o-presente.html' title='Parabens 23 anos...'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SMKpqkyLZwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vOUrm1Eg07c/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-908658612987472403</id><published>2008-09-04T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:54:52.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>"Das por ti naquele mar que mais ninguem conhece o barulho é tao grande que ninguem houve o teu choro, e tu choras porque sentes que assim estas a libertar tudo o que tens preso ca dentro e assim aos poucos e poucos vais te sentido melhor, a vida é para seguir e nunca para ficar para num sitio so por que algo nao correu bem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 de setembro tem varios significados e so por acaso nenhum é bom nem comento mensagem totalmente desnecessaria pk la esta um ano que nem vale a pena comentar,move on move on!&lt;br /&gt;achamos que "brincar" com as pessoas tem graça mas a realidade é que nao tem e no fim nao sao so elas que saem magoadas, nos tambem saimos, mudei a maneira de ver a vida mudei a maneira de pensar, de vestir de sentir de sorrir de me divertir foi a mudança precisa pra perceber que realmente a vida é assim, e eu??? eu vou dar-me sempre e sempre com todos vou cagar em quem precisa vou dixer o que tiver a dixer vou morder a quem tiver que morder vou perder a cabeça como nunca ninguem viu vou morrer de sorriso na cara sabendo que deixei toda a gente com um sorriso na cara, que fiz aquilo que muitos queriam que tivesse feito vou ser feliz vou chorar e rir com todos sempre que for preciso pela razao que for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes mais falta do que pensas 4 de setembro nao sera esquecido nunca porque tu tinhas um valor que nunca ninguem vai ter amote as lagrimas de hoje sao as tuas lagrimas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-908658612987472403?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/908658612987472403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=908658612987472403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/908658612987472403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/908658612987472403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7944154991304131795</id><published>2008-09-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:04:26.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SL8Jhr7LbHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RhoB0g50cYE/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SL8Jhr7LbHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RhoB0g50cYE/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241918965613816946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo actual:  amoroso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora ja chove,num instante parece que senti o cheiro a inverno,verstir um casco bem quente uma camisa, mas no outro instante fiquei com uma noçao total de tudo o que vai mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma nova vida me espera uns ficam chateados por os abandonar e os deixar aqui sozinhos na "terrinha" mas muitos cafes e saidas foram prometidos para os fins de semana em que ca estarei, outros ficam felizes porque sabem que consegui o que mais queria outros nem se pronunciam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que oiço me deixa pensativa,chateada,alegre,exuberante mas acho que na verdade tudo me faz ter uma noçao clara da vida que chorar e rir sempre vai fazer parte de mim,que sempre me vou prender a quem nao devo que sempre vou ter os amigos que quero a meu lado mas acima de tudo que vou estar sempre tranquila com tudo o que faço e no fim sei que vou ter uma vida calma que vou realizar os meus sonhos e que muitos vão ficar de boca aberta com tudo o que fizer,capacidade de surpreender sempre foi uma coisa que me dixeram que tinha e por isso hoje por mais que custe é o que vou fazer vou dar amizade e amor a todos os que me rodeiam sejam eles quem forem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao à nada e dizer, mas muito para descubrir e mais nao digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm &lt;br /&gt;There's so much craziness, surrounding me &lt;br /&gt;There's so much going on, it gets hard to breathe &lt;br /&gt;When all my faith has gone, you bring it back to me &lt;br /&gt;You make it real for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not sure of, my priorities &lt;br /&gt;When I've lost site of, where I'm ment to be &lt;br /&gt;Like holy water, washing over me &lt;br /&gt;You make it real for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running to you baby &lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who saved me &lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been missing you lately &lt;br /&gt;Cause you make it real for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my head is strong, but my heart is weak &lt;br /&gt;I'm full of arrogance, and uncertainty &lt;br /&gt;When I can find the words, you teach my heart to speak &lt;br /&gt;You make it real for meee, yeaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running to you baby &lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the only one who save me &lt;br /&gt;That's whyyy I've been missing you lately &lt;br /&gt;Cause you make it real for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh &lt;br /&gt;Everybodies talking in words &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;You got to be the only one &lt;br /&gt;Who knows just who I am &lt;br /&gt;Your shinin in the distance &lt;br /&gt;I hope I can make it through &lt;br /&gt;Cause the only place &lt;br /&gt;That I want to be &lt;br /&gt;Is right back home with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's so much more &lt;br /&gt;I have to learn &lt;br /&gt;But if you're here with me &lt;br /&gt;I know which way to turn &lt;br /&gt;You always give me somewhere, &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can learn &lt;br /&gt;You make it real for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running to you baby &lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the only one who save me &lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been missing you lately &lt;br /&gt;Cause you make it real for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it real for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7944154991304131795?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7944154991304131795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7944154991304131795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7944154991304131795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7944154991304131795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/amo.html' title='Amo'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SL8Jhr7LbHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RhoB0g50cYE/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2209966935514831983</id><published>2008-08-30T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:08:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Efemeridade Uma Paixao no mes de setembro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLkqqta0ttI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2eiQJPGfGNU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLkqqta0ttI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2eiQJPGfGNU/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240266554657257170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setembro de 2007 22.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"era noite estava eu ja de pijama vestido quando recebo uma mensagem tua "Vamos fugir...fugir para bem longe daqui" e respondi "Vamos fugir para onde tu quiseres...é so querer" quando dei por nos estamos na praia os dois sozinhos num local que nos era bastante familiar sessimbra ali ficamos uma noite inteira tu sussuravas-me ao ouvido "es linda...quero-te para todo o sempre" "contigo a meu lado a vida será muito melhor és a minha pedra preciosa aquela que nao quero largar nunca" "sera sempre a nossa musica porque quando a oiço lembra-me sempre o teu ar irreverente,exotico,a tua alegria e a oportunidade de ver o teu sorriso",beijei-te como se nao houvesse amanha e no meio de tantos mimos e tantos sussurros adormeçemos bem juntos enrolados na manta que nos acompanhou, um acordar com um beijo teu na minha testa um beijo tao real que por momentos tudo aquilo parecia perfeito...mas o perfeito nao dura para sempre e nós nao duramos e os meses que tivemos juntos e por mais sentimentos que existissem percebi que nada em nós era correcto,as prendas trocadas, os nossos lugares,as nossas musicas,nada era real duas pessoas tao diferentes e com tantos stresses que so nestes momentos é que mostravamos o que sentiamos, a faculdade começou e seguimos caminhos diferentes abri os olhos e vi que o queria era alguem que me percebe-se, que me de um abraço vezes e vezes sem conta,que me faça sorrir nao so pelo que o me diz ao ouvido,que me faça feliz sempre e nao só em momentos a dois que tenha orgulho em mostrar-me como namorada e que nao me esconda mas acima de tudo que seja meu amigo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto bastante antigo que encontrei no outro pc e hoje decidi postar...a camisa branca continua no meu armario e a musica daquela noite continua a tocar no mp3 porque apesar de tudo isto sao coisas que nunca ninguem nos tira.os sentimentos esses há muito que ja desapareceram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"29/Ago/2008 16:13 Joana B diz: &lt;br /&gt;uem é que fez aquele diario apaixonante? é sobre ti? claro so pode. tantas descrições so se podem dever a uma uncia pessoa: TU! é verdade, quem dera a muitos terem-te como amiga, como confidente! dera a muitos. e eu? eu também tenho muita sorte em te ter como amiga. chora amor. chora, pois o chorar de uma pessoa é a libertação das dores, das mágoas. chora o que quiseres, quando quiseres, sobre o que quiseres. chora, pois eu estarei sempre, mesmo sempre a teu lado! eu posso-te estender sempre a mao nas alturas em que mais precisas, mas tu consegues sempre fazer-me pensar que afinal o mundo nao é assim tao mau. que existem pessoas como tu que nos fazem lutar todos os dias, que nos fazem levantar todos os dias com um sorriso na cara e pensar: 'bem lá vem mais um dia de cansaço, mas que se dane. no meio de tudo existem coisas melhores'. 'coisas melhores' do género: TU! &lt;br /&gt;nós mulheres somos estúpidas. estúpidas e cegas. isto na medida em que nos deixamos levar contos de fadas mal-elaborados. fechamos os olhos ao que exste a nossa volta. e, deixamo-nos levar por uma simples pessoa, um misero ser humano com um par de t***** no meio das pernas (falando mal e porcamente)que quando nos dá a mão, quando nos sussurra ao ouvido que somos bonitas, nos faz pensar que aquilo sim, é amor. aquilo é o nosso principe encantado. é estranho é. é estranho estar a dizer isto e tendo eu namorado, mas ai está. o facto de ter namorado há quase dois anos não me impede de pensar desta forma. &lt;br /&gt;inês, minha inês. quem somos nós para chorarmos por eles? que é feito dos nossos ensinamentos, dos nossos de criança, dos nossos: 'eu nunca farei isto, eu nunca pensarei assim, eu nunca serei assim' ? hein? todas nós fomos as 'eu nunca ...' porém hoje aqui estamos, a fazer tudo, a pensar tudo, a ser tudo o que não queriamos ser, o que nao nos desejávamos... a vida é assim. e vais ver que quando voltares a abrir os olhos, toda essa tempestade vai passar, todas essas lágrimas vao secar, toda essa mágoa vai desaparecer. e ai, verás que a tua vida nao parou e que ainda tens muito que lutar, tens muito que aprender, tens muito que subir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensa nisto, e pensa que mais uma vez eu, Joana Rita Batalha Balão, estou e estarei sempre a teu lado. seja para te ajudar ou para te puxar as orelhas :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo-te Cuca *"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RJYPGyp324"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RJYPGyp324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/fHjovU/music/rwR-UqFV/mylo_feat_miami_soun_machine_doctor_pressure/"&gt;Doctor Pressure - Mylo Feat. Miami Soun Machine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  A musica que hoje ja tem mais ligações do que ha um ano atrás...acho que ate posso dixer que foi va a minha musica de 2008...com muita noite á mistura ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2209966935514831983?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2209966935514831983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2209966935514831983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2209966935514831983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2209966935514831983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/efemeridade-uma-paixao-no-mes-de.html' title='Efemeridade Uma Paixao no mes de setembro...'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLkqqta0ttI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2eiQJPGfGNU/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4505975534615372854</id><published>2008-08-29T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:24:32.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descriçao por alguem que me conhece?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLf4Wna0LpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/V0k2JtfhV0M/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLf4Wna0LpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/V0k2JtfhV0M/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239929758891126418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'és isto e és aquilo es assim sempre foste e sempre seras e nao penses que estas errada por seres assim porque nao estas cada um tem um feitio e tu tens esse e por mais que te digam alguma coisa quem dera a muitos ser como tu es, quem dera a muitos verem o mundo como tu ves, quem dera a muitos, quem dera a muitos fazerem todas as acções que tu fazes,quem dera a muitos ajudarem as pessoas como tu ajudas, que dera a muitos sofrerem como tu sofres,porque enquanto sofres é a serio e eles so passado messes é que se tocam, quem dera a muitos terem uma pessoa positiva na sua vida como eu tenho, quem dera a muitos poderem ver o teu sorriso todos os dias, quem lhes dera a eles fazerem noitadas contigo que quando estao quase quase a morrer a ines salta e diz 'OI??? vá vá vá vá tudo a saltar cantar dançar olha olha bora á agua que ta bem fresquinha'(é bom que se diga que tas ja bebeda quando dixes estas coisas)' mas quem dera a todos eles terem-te na vida deles...pela primeira vez tives-te um ano que teve coisas boas e más mas acredita que agora vai ser tudo bom, nunca pensei que mudasses tanto num espaço de messes mas ainda bem o teu sorriso é maior a tua vontade de viver é maior aprendes-te a cagar nas pessoas certas e continuas a agarrar-te a todos os que entram na tua vida como se não houvesse amanha,so te digo que tens de pensar mais em ti e menos nos outros, pensa em dançar fazer aquilo que gostas (xéeeeeeee a ines mexe-se bem xD) pensa em tudo o que fazes e que deixas os outros de boca aberta, e continua a surpreende-los porque todos eles só se vão arrepender de uma coisa...de nao te terem ao lado deles,de nao estares sempre presente e de mao esticada para eles. és a pessoa mais sincera mais realista mais sonhadora mais animadora mais selvagem mais exotica mais sorrisuda mais tudo que alguma vez conheci, sorte???sorte tenho eu em ter-te!vamos pa sessimbra beber com a bebeda ahahahahah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respiro fundo vezes e vezes sem conta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longo caminho para percorrer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4505975534615372854?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4505975534615372854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4505975534615372854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4505975534615372854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4505975534615372854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/descriao-por-alguem-que-me-conhece.html' title='Descriçao por alguem que me conhece?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLf4Wna0LpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/V0k2JtfhV0M/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4905331048425913508</id><published>2008-08-28T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:51:11.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLaNHD50BkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fFOFLbqOxdA/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLaNHD50BkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fFOFLbqOxdA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239530368938542658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  forgotten &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite que dei comigo naquele sitio,dizer-te???porque haveria de o fazer?falo falo e falo escrevo escrevo e escrevo a verdade é que sempre fui assim sinto as coisas mais do que devia,o que me devia passar ao lado nao passa matuto nas coisas vezes e vezes sem conta...magou-me a mim mesma e com que fim???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque  as pessoas sao frias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque  nao te dizem nada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque  te ignoram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque é que nao te dao oporunidades quando tu sabes que se a tiveres podes triunfar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;á tantos porques neste momento que nunca mais saia daqui, porque que nao te podes levantar um dia e dixer "TENTAR" porque??? porque somos todos diferentes...mas apesar das diferenças nunca abandono as pessoas da minha vida e algumas ainda nao perceberam que...estou ao lado delas em tudo, em tudo mesmo, penso nos outros em primeiro lugar antes de pensar em mim!e o mais engraçado é que por mais vontade que tu tenhas vontade de descubrir uma pessoa ou vice-versa acabam sempre por baixar os braços, desistem porque? outra pergunta á qual ainda nao consegui arranjar uma resposta e dou voltas e voltas é minha cabeça e no fim nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;To treat me like you do&lt;br /&gt;When you've laid laid your hands upon me&lt;br /&gt;And told me who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening : &lt;br /&gt;Blue Monday 1988 / Beach Buggy (Remixes) EP &lt;br /&gt;By New Order&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-4905331048425913508?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4905331048425913508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4905331048425913508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4905331048425913508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4905331048425913508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-uma-noite.html' title='Mais uma noite'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLaNHD50BkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fFOFLbqOxdA/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8475531720067930702</id><published>2008-08-27T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:06:52.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aventura de uma noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLVDQBCCWEI/AAAAAAAAATw/3Aszbo4uDME/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLVDQBCCWEI/AAAAAAAAATw/3Aszbo4uDME/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239167683949385794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventura de uma noite &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  amused &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram 2 da manha e eu ainda ali estava...ao fundo ouvi alguem gritar "Inêssssss, Inês onde estas???" eu estava ali sentada naquele "buraco" tao escondido rodeada de mar ouvia as ondas a bater nas rochas,cheirava aquela brisa e de um momento po outro tudo passou á minha frente como aquelas cenas de filmes acompanhadas por uma musica feliz e no fim tu sorris...eu?eu sorri e sorri e depois percebi que por mais que penses que conheces realmente uma pessoa a verdade é que nao a conheces da maneira que devias de conhecer e acabas muitas vezes por perde-las sem perceber bem como,é engraçado como damos tanta importancia a coisa superficiais e nao nos preocupamos com o que é importante por isso hoje digo como realmente sou, as minhas verdadeiras paixões o que quero da vida, quem quero na minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde cedo que a musica  foi uma area que se destacou na minha vida, com influencias da minha mãe que desde cedo esteve numa banda de rock e uns anos mais tarde começa a cantar fado (nada a ver :O) e chega ate a entrar numa grande noite do fado, a musica sempre foi presença fundamental tanto ca em casa como na familia...zeca afonso,pink floyd, queen e todas as bandas de anos 60,70 e 80 fazem parte de mim.Em 1996 começei a cantar e uns anos mais tarde a dança entrou na minha vida hoje são duas coisas das quais nao me consigo separar, sao elas que mais ajudam nos momentos de fraqueza e ate de alegria. viajar é outras das coisas que amo fazer quero descubrir o mundo sou uma apaixonada por todos os povos e naçoes e existem acho fascinante o que podemos aprender com cada cultura que pensamos sempre que é igual a esta e a esta mas nao é tudo tao diferente e todas com caractristicas que mais nenhuma tem.os amigos sao outra das coisas fundamentais da vida...posso dixer que tnh alguns amigos mas verdadeiros contam-se pelos dedos das mãos as babes são o essencial...sem elas nem sei onde estaria temos uma amizade diferente de todos os outros grupos de babes que existam por ai acima de tudo somos unidas! desde cedo que quis ser actriz  mas o meu pai nunca gostou da ideia e acabei de desistir do sonho que carregava comigo á anos, contudo sei que estou no caminho certo, quero fazer algo relacionado com o mundo do espectaculo, sempre foi o que me fascinou na vida e todas as pessoas que me rodeiam que conheço e que vou conheçendo fazem de alguma forma parte deste mundo e vão sempre pegando o bicinho em certas areas a fotografia é outra paixao brevemente vou comprar a minha fisheye...coisa que quero ha ja alguns meses vou tirar fotos e mais fotos a todos os que gosto, vao ficar dentro de "bolinhas" :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao longo da minha vida so quero estar rodeada de gente com ambições, que tenha sempre um sorriso presente na cara,que seja alegre, maluco q.b e tenha sonhos e desejos que aprecie o que eu aprecio que esteja sempre pronto para novas coisas, novas surpresas,novas mudanças e que acima de tudo tenha os horizontes abertos,que nao se feche num mundo so seu e nao deixe ninguem entrar que de oportunidade a tudo o que aparece na vida porque é assim que eu vejo a vida,com um sorriso na cara com uma vontade de mostrar as pessoas que a vida é pra aproveitar porque se nao o fizermos nunca vamos saber o que poderia ter acontecido, porque gosto de tentar e nao de desistir, porque gosto de ver as pessoas sorrir porque é assim é que estamos bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi uma aventura de uma noite em que uma vida inteira me passou á frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening : &lt;br /&gt;Sublime &lt;br /&gt;By Sublime &lt;br /&gt;Release date: 1996-07-30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8475531720067930702?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8475531720067930702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8475531720067930702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8334813021053621522</id><published>2008-08-25T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:14:05.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus que me vou embora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLM8r5OjwGI/AAAAAAAAATo/TEbg1LjA1WI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLM8r5OjwGI/AAAAAAAAATo/TEbg1LjA1WI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238597516355944546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje levantei-me sem vontade nenhuma pra começar o dia...mais uma semana...caiu-me uma lagrima acho que eram apenas saudades a vontade de os abraçar era mais forte do que outra coisa no mundo...apesar das discussões de todos os conflitos e de todos os muros criados hoje provamos o quanto nos amamos e que juntos passamos qualquer batalha...o apoio para tudo na minha vida é agora mais real do que á uma semana atras...apartir de agora vai tudo ser diferente...casa nova...pensamentos novos e tudo mas tudo á minha volta vai mudar, nao me arrependo destas ultimas semanas do que dixe do que fiz a todos os que me rodeiam e sinceramente sinto bem comigo propria,calma e com força pra continuar em frente apesar de me custar a assimliar certas coisas que por mais que digas que é facil esquecer é sempre dificil esquecer de um dia po outro tentas sempre encontrar uma razao para tudo e por mais que tentes nao consegues e por mais que te digam pra nao te culpares a ti propria acabas sempre por o fazer...a verdade é que neste momento ainda esta tudo um pouco á flor da pele mas a vida é assim, é preciso voltar a ganhar o sorriso e mostra-lo a toda a gente mesmo que por dentro que sintas um grande pedaço de merda mas isso é algo que so tu podes saber os outros???so te interessa mostrar o lado bom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=tICgWl9QgW0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que vai durar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que vai durar&lt;br /&gt;O meu abraço, o meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;O meu abraço, o meu beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8334813021053621522?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8334813021053621522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8334813021053621522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8334813021053621522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8334813021053621522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/adeus-que-me-vou-embora.html' title='Adeus que me vou embora'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SLM8r5OjwGI/AAAAAAAAATo/TEbg1LjA1WI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2979602154024133362</id><published>2008-08-18T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:01:34.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conhecer-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SKobYp8VxjI/AAAAAAAAATg/sUf4yA2iee0/s1600-h/HPIM2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SKobYp8VxjI/AAAAAAAAATg/sUf4yA2iee0/s320/HPIM2803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236027627161372210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas na tua vida vao e veem...mas ha sempre 5 ou 6 maos que se estendem quando tu precisas essas sao as que ficam sempre que te ajudam e te abrançam nos momentos dificies...as pessoas que perdi sejam rapazes ou raparigas so me dao vontade de continuar e de nunca mais cair...porque me fixeram mudar porque me tornaram mais forte,porque hoje no momento em que escrevo este texto sinto-me mais crescida sinto-me exotica sinto-me com vontade de rir na cara dessas pessoas e de lhes dixer que so faz falta quem esta e se nao me querem na vida deles sao eles e so eles que perdem contudo ainda tenho uma fraqueza...dou por mim todos os dias a chorar pla morte de alguem que nunca pensei que me fosse tocar tanto e é assim que vejo o valor que ela teve na minha vida mas como sempre me dizem (e ultimamente é todos os dias) tenho de levantar a cabeça e seguir em frente pensar que a vida é mesmo assim e que muitas coisas ainda me estao pra acontecer!contudo tenho que agradecer a essas pessoas por tudo o que me ensinaram e meter na cabeça que nao me posso dar tanto a uma pessoa porque no fim quem sai sempre mal sou eu e eles saem sem peso na conscienca mas tambem depois nao estao ca pra ver a "nova ines" e depois arrependem.se porque pensam "hmmm...ela ate era boa amiga gostava de me dar com ela" a verdade é que devemos sempre sempre de dar o beneficio da duvida e dar oportunidades ás pessoas estar la quando elas precisam mas nunca demonstrar realmente tudo pois se das tudo ao inicio acabas por os assustar e assim de um dia po outro la vai mais uma pessoa para fora da tua vida e durante meses culpas-te a ti por tal porque pensas que tu agis-te mal enfim...complicadinho o texto???apeteceu ser expressiva mas la no fundo ate se percebe bem ahahahahahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;br /&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;You do&lt;br /&gt;I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;It's hiding the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know what &lt;br /&gt;I've been through like you do&lt;br /&gt;And I was made for you...&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diz tudo...uma vez na vida tentem conhecer-me verdadeiramente sabem que sou a rapariga das oportunidades porque as dou a toda a gente sabendo que nem sempre é o mais correcto&lt;br /&gt;plos menos em comum podemos sempre ter a musica e a dança o mar a musica a dança e o mar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e dito tudo isto vou dormir...bacci bacci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Conhecer-me'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SKobYp8VxjI/AAAAAAAAATg/sUf4yA2iee0/s72-c/HPIM2803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-2919063057770758621</id><published>2008-08-10T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:36:21.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembra-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJ7f30vUqyI/AAAAAAAAATI/YgRDCQHY6kc/s1600-h/02082008003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJ7f30vUqyI/AAAAAAAAATI/YgRDCQHY6kc/s320/02082008003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232865967194024738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de mim e abraça-me como se nao houvesse amanha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Red diz:  10/Ago/2008 13:11  &lt;br /&gt;Porque o amanhã é hoje, é agora, é neste instante. E se ao te lembrares de alguém que for importante na tua vida com força, com carinho, mesmo que esse alguem esteja longe sentirá o teu abraço."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmRJo8RQ5sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmRJo8RQ5sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Banda de infância]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-2919063057770758621?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2919063057770758621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=2919063057770758621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2919063057770758621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/2919063057770758621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/lembra-te.html' title='Lembra-te'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJ7f30vUqyI/AAAAAAAAATI/YgRDCQHY6kc/s72-c/02082008003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-3105525587015274323</id><published>2008-08-07T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:45:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There’s someone I’ve been missing&lt;br /&gt;I think that they could be&lt;br /&gt;The better half of me&lt;br /&gt;They’re in the wrong place trying to make it right&lt;br /&gt;But I’m tired of justifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all i see is you and me&lt;br /&gt;The fight for you is all I’ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;So come home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-3105525587015274323?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3105525587015274323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=3105525587015274323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3105525587015274323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3105525587015274323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-someone-ive-been-missing-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1603188890907545171</id><published>2008-08-05T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:55.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJg8O9ERPfI/AAAAAAAAATA/8L3Oi4Eg9p8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230997194799136242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJg8O9ERPfI/AAAAAAAAATA/8L3Oi4Eg9p8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"levantar a cabeça e continuar...por mim mas principalmente por ti,aproveitar a vida e fazer tudo o que tu não fixes-te"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar ser amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorrir fazer sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abraçar ser abraçada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ajudar ser ajudada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chorar fazer chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma saudade grande uma vontade grande um beijo grande um abraço ainda maior um aconchego ainda maior do que possas imaginar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto de Fidelidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;br /&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;br /&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;br /&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;br /&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;br /&gt;(Até um dia meu anjo)&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-1603188890907545171?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1603188890907545171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=1603188890907545171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1603188890907545171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1603188890907545171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/move-on.html' title='Move on'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJg8O9ERPfI/AAAAAAAAATA/8L3Oi4Eg9p8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7776749860870159244</id><published>2008-08-04T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:14:00.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti...</title><content type='html'>pelas danças,pelos risos,pelas palavras de conforto,pelas lagrimas,pelos caminhos,pela musica por isto e por muito mais ficaras sempre bem junto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que a cantar pensarei em ti e em todas as vezes que dizias "INESSSSSSSSS CANTA PARA NOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=oLC73DB7jE8"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=oLC73DB7jE8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=QTahrYXCChI"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=QTahrYXCChI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7776749860870159244?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7776749860870159244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7776749860870159244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7776749860870159244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7776749860870159244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/ti.html' title='A ti...'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-3547561436669873472</id><published>2008-08-03T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:32:47.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte</title><content type='html'>sera que tudo caiu agr??? aquilo que pensava ser uma fase ma com os meus pais afinal nao é...é realmente uma tempestade discussao e mais discussao e quando pensava que nada podia piorar agr choro a tua perda ver-te num dia e combinar coisas contigo para outro, mas decidiram levar-te para longe deste mundo morres-te cedo com uma vida inteira pela frente com um irmao uns pais e todos os teus amigos que por mais longe que estejam te vao ter sempre no pensamento e te vao sempre admirar por tudo aquilo que eras!&lt;br /&gt;queria um abraço queria palavras doces queria sentir que tenho alguem ao lado que me desse 5minutos do seu tempo livre acho que nao era pedir mt...&lt;br /&gt;não estranhem a minha ausencia...guardem-me no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-3547561436669873472?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3547561436669873472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=3547561436669873472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3547561436669873472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/3547561436669873472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/morte.html' title='Morte'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1111367674099715797</id><published>2008-07-31T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:56.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJIUV7eMqRI/AAAAAAAAASM/tXgJeZD6hLI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229264484304726290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJIUV7eMqRI/AAAAAAAAASM/tXgJeZD6hLI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"escondi as lagrimas para eles nao verem verem o sofoco que sinto...a pressão que sinto...presiva que tu e so tu me desses a tua mao me puxasses contra o teu peito e me sussurasses ao ouvido palavra magicas...e ficar assim a noite toda ao teu lado sem pensar em nada olhar pra ti e perceber que contigo tenho paz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true...I was made for youI climbed across the mountain topsSwam all across the ocean blueI crossed all the lines and I broke all the rulesBut baby I broke them all for youBecause even when I was flat brokeYou made me feel like a million bucksYou doI was made for youYou see the smile that's on my mouthIt's hiding the words that don't come outAnd all of my friends who think that I'm blessedThey don't know my head is a messNo, they don't know who I really amAnd they don't know what I've been through like you doAnd I was made for you...All of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true...I was made for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5293332990245388115-1111367674099715797?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1111367674099715797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=1111367674099715797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1111367674099715797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1111367674099715797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/perceber.html' title='Perceber'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJIUV7eMqRI/AAAAAAAAASM/tXgJeZD6hLI/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-103775123417609140</id><published>2008-07-30T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJBQdYa8-dI/AAAAAAAAASE/cuGkCGY2SHs/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228767633079073234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJBQdYa8-dI/AAAAAAAAASE/cuGkCGY2SHs/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Encontra-te...quero partilhar tanta coisa contigo quero apoiar-te em tanta coisa,põe as ideias em ordem e vê a vida que estas a perder,as pessoas que estas a afastar e a magoar, se as pessoas existem é para estarem ao lado daqueles de quem gostam e tu so tens de perceber isso...encontra-te á quem sinta realmente a tua falta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby Vince &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-103775123417609140?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/103775123417609140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=103775123417609140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/103775123417609140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/103775123417609140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/find.html' title='Find'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SJBQdYa8-dI/AAAAAAAAASE/cuGkCGY2SHs/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8653073643494566588</id><published>2008-07-29T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:56.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudas-te?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SI9y6UDZYfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yGYbGdaMBMc/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228524038541369842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SI9y6UDZYfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yGYbGdaMBMc/s320/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudas-te a tua vida por um sonho sera que vale a pena? esqueces-te que á tua volta á uma vida para além disso, á pessoas que gostam de ti, á sitios novos pra conheceres, á coisas diferentes para veres outros sonhos para descubrires...fechas-te o teu horizonte mas a verdade é que precisas de o abrir outra vez precisas de voltar a ver a vida como vias A SORRIR com os pes bem assentes na terra, nao tentes alcançar voos que podes vir a nao conseguir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=lOzzsQp5k5M"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=lOzzsQp5k5M&lt;/a&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/5293332990245388115-8653073643494566588?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8653073643494566588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8653073643494566588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8653073643494566588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8653073643494566588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/mudas-te.html' title='Mudas-te?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SI9y6UDZYfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yGYbGdaMBMc/s72-c/016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-6360481604733102515</id><published>2008-07-27T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:56.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Say Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIzHTi4tV_I/AAAAAAAAARc/wW5gnQFBLow/s1600-h/018kkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227772406066403314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIzHTi4tV_I/AAAAAAAAARc/wW5gnQFBLow/s400/018kkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;How you can speak&lt;br /&gt;Right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word,&lt;br /&gt;You can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may&lt;br /&gt;I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when&lt;br /&gt;You don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-6360481604733102515?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6360481604733102515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=6360481604733102515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6360481604733102515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6360481604733102515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='When You Say Nothing At All'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIzHTi4tV_I/AAAAAAAAARc/wW5gnQFBLow/s72-c/018kkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8136237235491793519</id><published>2008-07-25T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:56.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SInPmaLobkI/AAAAAAAAARU/N98EJ4IsaCU/s1600-h/patrice+e+ines+486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226937101310258754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SInPmaLobkI/AAAAAAAAARU/N98EJ4IsaCU/s400/patrice+e+ines+486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugazes os olhares que me atiras&lt;br /&gt;Do alto do teu pedestal&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu fosse a tua tormenta&lt;br /&gt;E te fizesse voar sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Pelos tectos do mundo em dia de temporal&lt;br /&gt;Fugazes as palavras que me dizes&lt;br /&gt;No silencioso balbuciar&lt;br /&gt;Como se estivesses envolta&lt;br /&gt;Numa bolsa de vidro&lt;br /&gt;Que não consigo quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Fugazes os beijos que me ofereces&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em fuga constante&lt;br /&gt;Como se a tua boca na minha&lt;br /&gt;Não pudesse tocar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que num breve instante&lt;br /&gt;Fugaz o amor que me dás&lt;br /&gt;Não posso compreender&lt;br /&gt;Depois de juras eternas&lt;br /&gt;De um amor para a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;De um amor para viver&lt;br /&gt;Fugaz…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8136237235491793519?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8136237235491793519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8136237235491793519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8136237235491793519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8136237235491793519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/f.html' title='F'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SInPmaLobkI/AAAAAAAAARU/N98EJ4IsaCU/s72-c/patrice+e+ines+486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1303699266621672927</id><published>2008-07-24T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:57.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIhXksvE6HI/AAAAAAAAARM/7rRIXqCzIrw/s1600-h/HPIM0819kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226523655558981746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIhXksvE6HI/AAAAAAAAARM/7rRIXqCzIrw/s400/HPIM0819kk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now I'm trying to get back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're just one big family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no need to complicate Our time is short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scooch closer dearand i will nibble your ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what i be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what we aim to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no need to complicate Our time is shortthis is our fate, I'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find the sky is yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lá one big family (2nd time: A lá happy family; 3rd time: A lá peaceful melody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love loveI won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our time is shortThis is our fate, I'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No please, don't complicate Our time is short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No please, don't hesitateno more, no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It cannot waitThe sky is your's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-1303699266621672927?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1303699266621672927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=1303699266621672927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1303699266621672927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1303699266621672927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/yours.html' title='Yours'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIhXksvE6HI/AAAAAAAAARM/7rRIXqCzIrw/s72-c/HPIM0819kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-714412094551001588</id><published>2008-07-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:57.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIdCn9MSqzI/AAAAAAAAARE/1-e7TQLGv-o/s1600-h/HPIM0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226219146795199282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIdCn9MSqzI/AAAAAAAAARE/1-e7TQLGv-o/s400/HPIM0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferenca, a subtil diferenca, entre dar amor e acorrentar uma alma. E aprendes que amar nao significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa seguranca. E comecas a aprender que beijos nao sao contratos e presentes nao sao promessas. Acabas por aceitar as derrotas com a cabeca erguida e olhos adiante, com a graca de um adulto e nao com a tristeza de uma crianca. E aprendes a construir todas as tuas estradas de hoje, porque o terreno do amanha e incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao voo. Depois de algum tempo aprendes que o sol queima se te expuseres a ele por muito tempo. Aprendes que nao importa o quanto tu te importas, simplesmente porque algumas pessoas nao se importam... E aceitas que apesar da bondade que reside numa pessoa, ela podera ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoa-la por isso. Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. Descobres que se leva anos para se construir a confianca e apenas segundos para destrui-la, e que poderas fazer coisas das quais te arrependeras para o resto da vida. Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distancia. E o que importa nao e o que tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida. E que bons amigos sao a familia que nos permitiram escolher. Aprendes que nao temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam, percebes que o teu melhor amigo e tu podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. Descobres que as pessoas com quem tu mais te importas sao tiradas da tua vida muito depressa, por isso devemos sempre despedir-nos das pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a ultima vez que as vejamos. Aprendes que as circunstancias e os ambientes tem influencia sobre nos, mas nos somos responsaveis por nos mesmos. Comecas a aprender que nao te deves comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que podes ser. Descobres que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que se quer ser, e que o tempo e curto. Aprendes que, ou controlas os teus actos ou eles te controlarao e que ser flexivel nem sempre significa ser fraco ou nao ter personalidade, pois nao importa quao delicada e fragil seja uma situacao, existem sempre os dois lados. Aprendes que herois sao pessoas que fizeram o que era necessario fazer enfrentando as consequencias. Aprendes que paciencia requer muita pratica. Descobres que algumas vezes a pessoa que esperas que te empurre, quando cais, e uma das poucas que te ajuda a levantar. Aprendes que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiencia que tiveste e o que aprendeste com elas do que com quantos aniversarios ja comemoraste. Aprendes que ha mais dos teus pais em ti do que supunhas. Aprendes que nunca se deve dizer a uma crianca que sonhos sao disparates, poucas coisas sao tao humilhantes e seria uma tragedia se elas acreditassem nisso. Aprendes que quando estas com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso nao te da o direito de ser cruel. Descobres que se porque alguem nao te ama da forma que desejas, nao significa que esse alguem nao te ama com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente nao sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso. Aprendes que nem sempre e suficiente ser perdoado por alguem, algumas vezes tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo. Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, poderas ser em algum momento condenado. Aprendes que nao importa em quantos pedacos o teu coracao foi partido, o mundo nao para para que tu o consertes. Aprendes que o tempo nao e algo que possa voltar para tras. Portanto, planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma, ao em vez de esperares que alguem te traga flores. E aprendes que realmente podes suportar mais... que es realmente forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que nao se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que tu tens valor diante da vida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5293332990245388115-714412094551001588?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/714412094551001588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=714412094551001588&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/714412094551001588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/714412094551001588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/valor.html' title='Valor'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIdCn9MSqzI/AAAAAAAAARE/1-e7TQLGv-o/s72-c/HPIM0814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7342619836313472228</id><published>2008-07-22T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:57.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIWy2thEgZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9LzpeOkXff0/s1600-h/pic+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225779595634311570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIWy2thEgZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9LzpeOkXff0/s400/pic+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é que todos desistem? Porque é que todos baixam os braços? serei a unica que nao desiste, que nao baixa os braços? entao porque é que eu sofro e os outros não? porque baixaram os braços...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não desisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu não desistes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ele não desiste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós não desistimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vós (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se o fixermos nunca iremos saber o que era ou não o mais correcto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7342619836313472228?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7342619836313472228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7342619836313472228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7342619836313472228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7342619836313472228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m yours'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIWy2thEgZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9LzpeOkXff0/s72-c/pic+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-9173253983891203820</id><published>2008-07-21T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:43:45.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber</title><content type='html'>por saber o que quero luto com todas as minhas forças nao queiras forçar algo que sabes que nao vai acontecer sou fiel aos meus principios nao te faças passar por quem nao es so para agradar ao que te rodeiam se tu mesmo expressa-te aproveita o momento....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[queria encontrar uma foto onde nao estivesse a sorrir uma que nao mostra-se emoçoes mas infelizmente nao tnh nenhuma]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ofdsprometidoondeesta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-9173253983891203820?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/9173253983891203820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=9173253983891203820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/9173253983891203820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/9173253983891203820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/saber.html' title='Saber'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-658145761093617756</id><published>2008-07-21T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:58.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SISbVO01c3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/XWD2bV9MBfg/s1600-h/P7210011,,,,+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225472256715879282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SISbVO01c3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/XWD2bV9MBfg/s320/P7210011,,,,+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"era 1.30 quando me deitei, eram 2.30 e continuava sem sono dei voltas e voltas na cama peguei no caderno e no lapis e escrevi todas as palavras que naquele momento me faziam sentido na cabeça...sentido talvez nao mas talvez uma percepçao da realidade o que queria ouvir e o que nao queria ouvir, a janela que nunca foi usada, os planos que nunca foram realizados, as palavras que nunca foram ditas, as lagrimas que cairam sem ninguem saber, o sofrimento que esta ca dentro por te querer e nao te ter por saber o que sinto por saber o quanto te quero mas por nao saber o que tu queres por te ver confuso, por querer sorrir e o sorriso ser falso, por querer mostrar o lado forte, por querer mostrar que tudo tem uma soluçao...que a distancia nao impede nada, por quer falar e nao puder, por querer abraçar, por querer beijar, por querer tocar,por querer mostrar...mostrar um lado desconhecido mas que talvez mostre toda a diferença que seja realmente importante "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The type of guy who doesn’t see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What he has until she leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause without me, you know you’re lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wise up now or pay the cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon you will know"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225470588262079282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SISZ0HWc2zI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gfUzk0VGDWA/s400/P7210011,,,,+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Livin’ with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winnin’ me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gettin’ to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living for me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225471453390498226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SISameNI6bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KzfEQcoSUws/s320/P7210011,,,,+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5293332990245388115-658145761093617756?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/658145761093617756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=658145761093617756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/658145761093617756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/658145761093617756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/living.html' title='LIVING?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SISbVO01c3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/XWD2bV9MBfg/s72-c/P7210011,,,,+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-499918731884392730</id><published>2008-07-20T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:58.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Told Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIOQfJ6Yg9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/keSpecOeB2w/s1600-h/pic+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225178857591047122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIOQfJ6Yg9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/keSpecOeB2w/s400/pic+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking my back just to know your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm breaking my back just to know your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But heaven ain't close in a place like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything goes but don't blink you might miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said heaven ain't close in a place like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well somebody told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who looked like a girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I had in February of last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not confidential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got potential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pace yourself for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said maybe baby please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just don't know now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all I wanna do is try&lt;/div&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/5293332990245388115-499918731884392730?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/499918731884392730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=499918731884392730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/499918731884392730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/499918731884392730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/somebody-told-me.html' title='Somebody Told Me'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIOQfJ6Yg9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/keSpecOeB2w/s72-c/pic+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-6835562561759856571</id><published>2008-07-18T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:58.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=S54jvNgC3no"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=S54jvNgC3no&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[O som faz-me sorrir pk?? nao sei bem]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224390431259251506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIDDas8oUzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CATV7YMYbXs/s400/HPIM2707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekend out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-6835562561759856571?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6835562561759856571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=6835562561759856571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6835562561759856571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6835562561759856571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SIDDas8oUzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/CATV7YMYbXs/s72-c/HPIM2707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5463885252183051937</id><published>2008-07-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:59.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With arms wide open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SH-L1gf3a1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ey7GMnBIK4c/s1600-h/HPIM2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047844145982290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SH-L1gf3a1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ey7GMnBIK4c/s400/HPIM2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I just heard the news today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems my life is going to change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I closed my eyes, begin to pray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then tears of joy stream down my face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well I don't know if I'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the man I have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stand in awe, we've created life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;With arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now everything has changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll show you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything ...oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open..wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar Break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;just one wish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only one demand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;not like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he understands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That he can take this life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hold it by the hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he can greet the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With arms wide open... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the sunlight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to this place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll show you everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With arms wide open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now everything has changed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll show you love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With arms wide open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll show you everything..oh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With arms wide open....wide open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[imaginem isto cantado por uma mulher...]&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SH-Ngv_U3AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8T-4S5vJKyI/s1600-h/HPIM2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049686550469634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-arms-wide-open.html' title='With arms wide open'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SH-L1gf3a1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ey7GMnBIK4c/s72-c/HPIM2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5022555881310753772</id><published>2008-07-16T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:59:31.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lonely Day</title><content type='html'>sozinha num mar sem fim tudo á tua volta esta a cair e por mais que queiras nao ves ninguem esticar-te a mao e dixer "eu estou ao teu lado" sera que valeu tudo a pena? a tua infancia? foste feliz? porque que todos de trocam, de abandonam ao final de uns meses, alguns ate de semanas onde esta o teu erro? porque que tens a cara cheia de lagrimas? porque é que nao podes resolver as coisas, estiveste sempre á merce dos outros sempre ao lados deles e quando se fartam deitam-te no lixo? achas justo? nunca desistis-te das pessoas e elas desistem de ti vai fazer o que sabes fazer de melhor vai espairecer a cabeça afasta-te de tudo quem te ligar é que porque realmente sente a tua falta, as vezes por mais que nao queiras percebes que algumas coisas sao ditas da boca pra fora porque no dia seguinte dixem-te o contrario nao ha fotos nem videos que possam descrever o que sentes, como te sentes...sozinha num mar sem fim onde ninguem te da uma palavra amiga misturas tudo e deixas tudo de lado da um paço em frente limpa as lagrimas fuma um cigarro dois ou ate mesmo tres mas faz o que te fixer sentir bem e que te tire do pensamento todos aqueles que nao te merecem, desliga os telemoveis vai a uma falesia e senta-te no topo olha la pra braixo e pensa como seria a vida deles sem ti vais que no final ainda fazias diferença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just what to know what´s in your head&lt;br /&gt;I what to show you how we can work as a couple&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you&lt;br /&gt;If you receive opportunities from other ones&lt;br /&gt;You have to give them to&lt;br /&gt;So just give me one"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5022555881310753772?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5022555881310753772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5022555881310753772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5022555881310753772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5022555881310753772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-lonely-day.html' title='Another Lonely Day'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-770692103392280024</id><published>2008-07-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:59.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Lembrar...os meses passaram ao teu lado e tu??? Sorris-te porque? eras feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHo1ZVaAeqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Klit_sGI5Gs/s1600-h/Imagem+2112597086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHo1ZVaAeqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Klit_sGI5Gs/s400/Imagem+2112597086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222545427248741026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e  hoje...continua a creditar pois algo inesperado te vai acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixa-te Levar&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8URy80OoptM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-770692103392280024?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/770692103392280024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=770692103392280024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/770692103392280024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/770692103392280024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/belive.html' title='Belive'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHo1ZVaAeqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Klit_sGI5Gs/s72-c/Imagem+2112597086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-1731191202438432828</id><published>2008-07-10T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:24:59.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHYlznkczCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PqKUm2LghKQ/s1600-h/Img043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221402386708089890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHYlznkczCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PqKUm2LghKQ/s400/Img043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obrigado por tudo nao sei bem o que vai acontecer quando penso ate fico com umas lagrimas no canto do olho mas tudo acontece por uma razao...tudo entra na nossa vida por uma razao tal como saem dela por outra razao por isso tens de levantar a cabeça e continuar ainda vais bater com a cabeça em muitas portas durante a tua vida vais chorar mas no final vais rir de tudo o que aconteceu e quando isso acontecer...é porque estas feliz,é porque encontras-te realmente o teu caminho é porque estas finalmente com quem queres e onde queres e afinal de contas a vida é mesmo sobre isso...cair e levantarmo-nos em qualquer situaçao pois ela é longa e tu es jovem e tens muito pela frente&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=XWFxW9-9HSg"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=XWFxW9-9HSg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-1731191202438432828?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1731191202438432828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=1731191202438432828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1731191202438432828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/1731191202438432828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/mercy.html' title='Mercy'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHYlznkczCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PqKUm2LghKQ/s72-c/Img043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-6357760929267624862</id><published>2008-07-09T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:00.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHULwrdmgOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OKK-0Bh6f-k/s1600-h/Img022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221092273934467298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHULwrdmgOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OKK-0Bh6f-k/s400/Img022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"se tiveres algo a dizer diz...mas diz rapido...diz o que te vai na mente...diz o que te mudou...diz o que sentes...o que nao sentes...diz a verdade...mas por favor diz...doi? eu sei mas é secalhar é o que tens de fazer assim deixas de sofrer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontrei isto por ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-6357760929267624862?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6357760929267624862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=6357760929267624862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6357760929267624862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/6357760929267624862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/diz.html' title='diz'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHULwrdmgOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OKK-0Bh6f-k/s72-c/Img022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-5160382973343587001</id><published>2008-07-09T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:24:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Matters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;quem gosta gosta sentimentos estranhos palavras confusas gestos inapropriados? expressao de palavras beijos abraços amor paz calma sossego mar fotografias ar livre cama lençois viagens roupa bikini praia arvores bichos sol noite dia calor calor eu tu elas eles diversao drink carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=pD3udfQpiAw"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=pD3udfQpiAw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-5160382973343587001?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5160382973343587001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=5160382973343587001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5160382973343587001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/5160382973343587001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-matters.html' title='Even Matters?'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7395505553145993603</id><published>2008-07-09T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:00.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHTeZ4zXaFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/veTA46nuq7I/s1600-h/Img007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221042404355172434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHTeZ4zXaFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/veTA46nuq7I/s400/Img007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just come home and stay by my side...let me hug and give you peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=6g2pDw2vhAY"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=6g2pDw2vhAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7395505553145993603?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7395505553145993603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7395505553145993603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7395505553145993603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7395505553145993603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHTeZ4zXaFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/veTA46nuq7I/s72-c/Img007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-495507928983642486</id><published>2008-07-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:15:52.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>so many changes...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=PqmvsPAAdIU"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=PqmvsPAAdIU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-495507928983642486?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/495507928983642486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=495507928983642486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/495507928983642486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/495507928983642486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-9011299370426836327</id><published>2008-07-07T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:00.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHJ3F2NvOFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EJC4jmtuGq0/s1600-h/Img040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220365860412012626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHJ3F2NvOFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EJC4jmtuGq0/s400/Img040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=XVZiQ9AGAMo"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=XVZiQ9AGAMo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem vontade de escrever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-9011299370426836327?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/9011299370426836327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=9011299370426836327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/9011299370426836327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/9011299370426836327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/httpbr.html' title=''/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SHJ3F2NvOFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EJC4jmtuGq0/s72-c/Img040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-820330610339698460</id><published>2008-07-04T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:00.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We must have been stone crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when we thought we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/londonbeat-i-ve-been-thinking-about-you-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I miss you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/londonbeat-i-ve-been-thinking-about-you-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I've got those feelings again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'm all confused about you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219206443348251490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SG5Ym5Ez02I/AAAAAAAAANs/4hjHMqRN_ew/s400/Img015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=XpYuuQaPO7E"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=XpYuuQaPO7E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-820330610339698460?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/820330610339698460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=820330610339698460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/820330610339698460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/820330610339698460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-thinking-about-you.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking about you'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SG5Ym5Ez02I/AAAAAAAAANs/4hjHMqRN_ew/s72-c/Img015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-7318208542307582187</id><published>2008-07-01T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:00.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGqyGBni1UI/AAAAAAAAANk/i0oiHgFl2Js/s1600-h/Img050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218178934845396290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGqyGBni1UI/AAAAAAAAANk/i0oiHgFl2Js/s400/Img050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o que dixer quando te dizem o inesperado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que pensar quando te dizem algo que nao esperas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que fazer quando te dizem algo que nao queres ouvir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-7318208542307582187?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7318208542307582187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=7318208542307582187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7318208542307582187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/7318208542307582187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/07/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGqyGBni1UI/AAAAAAAAANk/i0oiHgFl2Js/s72-c/Img050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-274662363290074228</id><published>2008-06-30T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:01.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGljfZRiNXI/AAAAAAAAANc/Nn3qQV5Ae-o/s1600-h/7jl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217811034296956274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGljfZRiNXI/AAAAAAAAANc/Nn3qQV5Ae-o/s400/7jl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the days we used to share &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s drivin’ me crazy, I don’t know what to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m just wonderin’ if you still care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=CcL3Cvn9mSA" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=CcL3Cvn9mSA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-274662363290074228?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/274662363290074228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=274662363290074228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/274662363290074228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/274662363290074228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGljfZRiNXI/AAAAAAAAANc/Nn3qQV5Ae-o/s72-c/7jl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8501892689461910821</id><published>2008-06-29T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:01.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do me Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got back together with my man last night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think I was dreamin’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didn’t feel quite right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pressed his chest under my fingertips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Set myself aside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reminded of his lips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’m confused&lt;/span&gt; and quizzical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny once you know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna get physical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do me good&lt;/span&gt;, I’ll tell you anything you want to hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do me good, do me good, do me good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do me good bwee dow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do me good, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And all this craziness will disappear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do me good, do me good, do me good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do me good bwee dow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s like he was designed with me in mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He’s so brought from behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He’s beautifully defined&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I missed him most of all when it got late&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attempt to hear him breathin’ or feel his shifting weight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217349229142144738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGe_ezAs9uI/AAAAAAAAANU/i2MP9HtkCWQ/s400/Img052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8501892689461910821?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8501892689461910821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8501892689461910821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8501892689461910821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8501892689461910821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-me-good.html' title='Do me Good'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGe_ezAs9uI/AAAAAAAAANU/i2MP9HtkCWQ/s72-c/Img052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-8726545584119269228</id><published>2008-06-29T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:01.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do something for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGeZV3wtvBI/AAAAAAAAANM/fd9my5W3Urg/s1600-h/Img067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217307294356585490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGeZV3wtvBI/AAAAAAAAANM/fd9my5W3Urg/s400/Img067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando pensas que tudo esta bem...logo a seguir tens um sinal á tua frente e ves que nao esta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5293332990245388115-8726545584119269228?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8726545584119269228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=8726545584119269228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8726545584119269228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/8726545584119269228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-something-for-me.html' title='Do something for me'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/SGeZV3wtvBI/AAAAAAAAANM/fd9my5W3Urg/s72-c/Img067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293332990245388115.post-4212570687741611870</id><published>2008-06-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:48:58.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Esta coisa de gostar de alguem" by Fernando Alvim (Parte2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Esta coisa de gostar de alguem nao e' para todos e por vezes - em mais casos do que possa imaginar - existen pessoas que pura e simplesmente nao conseguem gostar de ninguem. Esperem la, nao e' que nao queiram - querem - mas quando gostam - e podem gostar muito - ha sempre qualquer coisa que os impede. Ou porque a estrada esta' cortada para obras de pavimentaçao. Ou porque sofremos de diabetes e nao podemos abusar dos açucares. Ou porque sim e nao falamos mais nisto. Ha' muita gente que nao pode comer crustaceos, verdade?E porque^?Nao faço ideia, mas o medico diz que nao podemos porque nascemos assim e nos, resignados, ao aproximar-se o empregado de mesa com meio quilo de gambas que faz favor, vamos dizendo: "Nem pensar, leve isso daqui, que me irrita a pele." ""Ora, por vezes o simples facto de gostarmos de alguem pode provocar-nos uma alergia semelhante. E nos, sabendo-o, mandamos para tras quando estavamos mortinhos por ir em frente. Nao vamos. E muitas das vezes sabendo deste nosso problema escolhemos para nos aquilo que sabemos que invariavelmente iremos recusar. Daí existirem aquelas pessoas que insistem em afirmar que so se apaixonam pelas pessoas erradas. Mentira. Pensar dessa forma e' que e' errado, porque o certo e' perceber que se nos escolhemos aquela pessoa foi porque ja sabiamos que nao iamos a lado nenhum e que - aqui entre nos - e' ate um alivio nao dar em nada porque ia ser uma chatice e estava-se mesmo a ver que ia dar nisto. E deu. Do mesmo modo que no final de dez anos de relacionamento, ou cinco, ou tres, ha o habito generalizado de dizermos que aquela pessoa com quem nos casamos ja nao e' a mesma pessoa, quando por mais que nos custe, e' igualzinha. O que mudou - e o professor Julio Machado Vaz que se cuide - foram as expectativas que nos criamos em relaçao a ela. Impressionados?""Pois bem, se me permitem, vou arregaçar as mangas. O que e' dificil - dizem - e' saber quando gostam de nos e quando afirmam isto, bebo logo dois "dry" martinis para a tosse. Saber quando gostam de nos? Mas com mil raios, isso e' o mais facil, porque quando se gosta de alguem nao ha desculpas nem "Ai que amanha nao da porque tenho muito trabalho", nem "Ai que hoje era bom mas tenho outra coisa combinada" nem "Ai que nao vi a tua chamada nao atendida". Quando se gosta de alguem - mas a serio, que e' disto que falamos - nao ha nada mais importante do que essa outra pessoa. E sendo assim, nao ha SMS que nao se receba porque possivelmente nao vimos, porque se calhar estava a passar num sitio sem rede, porque a minha amiga nao me deu o recado, porque nao percebi que querias estar comigo, porque nao recebi as flores que pensava nao serem para mim, porque nao estava em casa quando tocaste."&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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VitKvID-uvY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VitKvID-uvY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="125" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDsmS98zH0k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDsmS98zH0k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="125" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;sinceridade??? sinceramente ja nao sei o que pensar...por mais que tente á sempre uma acção,um gestão que deixa a duvida vontade de continuar? sim,alguma e apenas com o intuito de mostrar que nao sou de brincar...de pegar e largar quando entro numa coisa entregou-me de corpo e alma mesmo que sai magoada...é a VIDA!&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/5293332990245388115-4212570687741611870?l=raladorcomideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4212570687741611870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5293332990245388115&amp;postID=4212570687741611870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4212570687741611870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5293332990245388115/posts/default/4212570687741611870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raladorcomideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/esta-coisa-de-gostar-de-alguem-by_26.html' title='&quot;Esta coisa de gostar de alguem&quot; by Fernando Alvim (Parte2)'/><author><name>B•</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01407996924033435799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfvXbeY5kJI/Sgnjt3-DqGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PCMmC-wN5os/S220/trduyg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
