<?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-30601861</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:52.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petit Princesse</title><subtitle type='html'>««Quem escreve constrói um castelo, e quem lê passa a habita-lo»»</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116991612496501614</id><published>2007-01-27T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:47:05.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;«Meet me in outer space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/556784/msndollzu_1174656876.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/185823/msndollzu_1174656876.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/197275/msndollzu_1238760885.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/206948/msndollzu_1238760885.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WE could spend the night;&lt;br /&gt;watch the earth come up.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of that place;&lt;br /&gt;won't you come with me?&lt;br /&gt;We could start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/998971/msndollzu_1408625573.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/214149/msndollzu_1408625573.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/168259/msndollzu_1192184157.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/362192/msndollzu_1192184157.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make me feel like I do.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it&lt;br /&gt;It's better than I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in outer space.&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to see this place, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/672044/msn1-(49).gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/637316/msn1-%2849%29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;might be the only way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/253766/msndollzu_1173393215.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/874133/msndollzu_1173393215.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that I can show you how&lt;br /&gt;it feels to be inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like I do.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/903754/msndollzu_1399824999.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/488022/msndollzu_1399824999.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/406874/msndollzu_1300517191.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/353467/msndollzu_1300517191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's better than I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;You are stellar.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tlhgl gv *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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parar...&lt;br /&gt;chorar&lt;br /&gt;cair... para me levantar,&lt;br /&gt;para te puxar!&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;não voltar a cair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116778597985865120?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116778597985865120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116778597985865120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116778597985865120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116778597985865120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2007/01/cada-vez-mais-aqui.html' title='Cada vez mais aqui...'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116748826902422531</id><published>2006-12-30T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T06:19:16.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/794437/pinguim.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/593599/pinguim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ««&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;And the way you cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when you stare&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;br /&gt;And the way you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much that make’s me sick&lt;br /&gt;It even makes me rime&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you’re always right&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when you lie&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Even worst when you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you’re not around&lt;br /&gt;And the fact you didn’t call&lt;br /&gt;But most I hate the way I don’t hate you&lt;br /&gt;Not even close&lt;br /&gt;Not even a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Not even at all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;»»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116748826902422531?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116748826902422531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116748826902422531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116748826902422531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116748826902422531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116679101290794070</id><published>2006-12-22T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:36:52.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque Sim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/490224/n%20touradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/253916/n%20touradas.jpg" 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/30601861-116679101290794070?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116517432013786214</id><published>2006-12-03T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:34:37.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Inesquecivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/398865/P1013694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/124461/P1013694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/827658/Foto(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/257285/Foto%28018%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/1600/512302/P1013687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1229/2189/320/27218/P1013687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém pára o Benfica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém pára o Benfica!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fomos grandes em Alvalade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116517432013786214?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116517432013786214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116517432013786214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116517432013786214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116517432013786214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/12/noite-inesquecivel.html' title='Noite Inesquecivel'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116465478327052506</id><published>2006-11-27T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:13:03.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;""...&lt;br /&gt;Ao espelho, onde vês o reflexo entre o homem que és e aquele que gostarias de ser, respiras fundo e desejas que essa mulher chegue um dia, mas não demasiado cedo para te assustar nem demasiado tarde porque entretanto pode aparecer outra e tu vais deixar-te ir, convencido que é essa e não eu a mulher da tua vida.O que tu não sabes, meu querubim cansado, é que do outro lado do espelho eu te vigio, como se fosse o teu avesso e te protejo, como se fosse o teu presente, e te desejo, como se pudesse ser o teu futuro.Mas é ainda demasiado cedo, é ainda tempo de guardar no silêncio dos dias a vontade de te querer. É ainda de manhã e tu estás atrasado para o trabalho e eu estou adiantada na tua vida, por isso respiro fundo do outro lado da tua imagem e espero, sentada no baloiço, lá mesmo em cima, para que não me vejas, que um dia dês o salto para o outro lado da tua vida e sejas quem sempre sonhaste para que te vejas ao espelho como eu já te vejo, como tu és."" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;porque sim.. apeteceu-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116465478327052506?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116465478327052506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116465478327052506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116465478327052506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116465478327052506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/11/espelhos.html' title='Espelhos'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116335910523413067</id><published>2006-11-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:18:25.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avé Ciências da Saúde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/1600/hi5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/320/hi5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém cala Ciências da Saúde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e é por isso que a nossa praxe é o nosso orgulho!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116335910523413067?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116335910523413067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116335910523413067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116335910523413067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116335910523413067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/11/av-cincias-da-sade.html' title='Avé Ciências da Saúde'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116260585412601285</id><published>2006-11-03T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:04:14.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Evanescence Live - Good Enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/d5MAwCyGXbI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/d5MAwCyGXbI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Para quem as palavras ficam simples demais...&lt;br /&gt;ouve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116260585412601285?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116260585412601285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116260585412601285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116260585412601285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116260585412601285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/11/evanescence-live-good-enough-para-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116147075921059491</id><published>2006-10-21T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:50:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Under your spell again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I feel...&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up sweet decadence.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Pour real life down on me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/1600/mmmmmii.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough for you to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take care what you ask of me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't say no. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116147075921059491?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116147075921059491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116147075921059491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116147075921059491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116147075921059491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-enough.html' title='Good Enough'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-116018175344804143</id><published>2006-10-06T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:42:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não querendo ser copiona mas já o sendo.. loool ... isto é divertido!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu mp3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I caught fire --- The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou fogo :) loool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don’t cha wanna ride --- Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hum… tenho k apanhar boleia da vida para ser feliz…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do people think of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Buried myself alive --- The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É bem.. lol… acham k me vou enterrar… lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everytime --- Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decididamente isto não ta a correr bem.. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On my own --- The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem duvida k por mim própria…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Too far gone --- The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho de ir de ferias.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Untitled --- Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem eu responderia melhor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Disappear --- Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem comentarios…&lt;br /&gt;adoro esta musica!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Again --- Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:o  Lol.. completamente verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Angel Dust --- Di-Retc&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of men do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Blue and yellow --- The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azul e amarelo???...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And it's all in how you mix the two,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it starts just where the light exists.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a feeling that you cannot miss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it burns a hole,&lt;br /&gt;through everyone that feels it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my day going to be like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cada vez mais aqui --- Toranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim sim sim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why am I here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can get you of my mind --- Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não confirmo nem desminto…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will people remember me for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Carta --- Toranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me&lt;br /&gt;sou mago feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel”&lt;/em&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will get stuck in my head tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cool without you --- Di-Retc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Axo que não… penso que sim… :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are there people outside waiting to take me away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ‘Cause to love you --- Fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah ah… k piada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hope so!!! Lool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will this year be all about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fim --- Toranja&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Na minha casa de paredes caídas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;penduro espelhos cor de prata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guardo reflexos do canto que mata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guardo uma arca de rimas perdidas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will be played on my wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fogo e noite --- Toranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lool… espero que o meu casamento seja assim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For what would I kill someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hard to say --- The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boa resposta… ninguém precisa de ter medo!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the most precious in my room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It ends tonight --- The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;?? o fim da noite? Só se for acompanhada… lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With what song I’m feeling asleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Right to be wrong --- Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podia ser…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With what song I’m gonna lose/I lost my virginity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lados Errados --- Toranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will be my last thought before I die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Landing in London --- 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musica linda mas Londres??? Naaaa… lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best song to describe my school mates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Letters to you --- Finch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I miss you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nada --- Toranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totalmente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best song to describe my hidden sexuality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lips of an Angel --- Hinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem comentários… lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of what am I afraid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Noises and Kisses --- The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medo??? Lool … muito pelo contrario, quanto mais melhor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite quote…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Teu mundo --- Toranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol… talvez o meu pensamento preferido neste momento!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Perfect --- Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falta o BE atrás do perfect…  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Spoiled --- Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol.. mais uma vez falta o BE… e kero… muito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anthem of our dying day --- Story Of The Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplesmente eu…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-116018175344804143?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/116018175344804143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=116018175344804143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116018175344804143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/116018175344804143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-querendo-ser-copiona-mas-j-o-sendo.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115889053529952846</id><published>2006-09-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:03:32.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/1600/kkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/320/kkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque mais uma vez a tua presença foi perfeita na minha noite...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu perdi-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shuuuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os teus olhos e as tuas mãos e a tua voz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;quero mimo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115889053529952846?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115889053529952846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115889053529952846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115889053529952846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115889053529952846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/09/porque-mais-uma-vez-tua-presena-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115766542622185056</id><published>2006-09-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:43:46.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Estás a olhar para mim?"&lt;br /&gt;"Estou..."&lt;br /&gt;"Porquê?"&lt;br /&gt;"Porque gosto de ti, é preciso outra razão?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115766542622185056?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115766542622185056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115766542622185056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115766542622185056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115766542622185056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/09/ests-olhar-para-mim-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115564929488308009</id><published>2006-08-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:43:41.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu mundo</title><content type='html'>«Ainda me alteras os passos se te vejo passar&lt;br /&gt;Energias se cruzam num segundo do olhar&lt;br /&gt;Num momento em que somos só dois na multidão, e desejamos&lt;br /&gt;voltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me alteras a fala se te encontro parada&lt;br /&gt;Nesse sensual fumo, nessa cinza esquecida de quem não se&lt;br /&gt;interessa&lt;br /&gt;Ou de quem não atura os teatros da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me fazes pensar, quase achar, que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Quase achar que o destino se enganou no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que me toques é vicio que adoro e que me faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi mais um sol que nasceu mais uma vez igual&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez contigo esquecemos o mal&lt;br /&gt;que nos fazemos aos dois por deixar para depois o que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez um abraço, aquele abraço de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Aquele abraço que sente o que para sempre é segredo&lt;br /&gt;Impaciente segredo e suave presença perdida em nós, despida em&lt;br /&gt;nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me fazes pensar, quase achar, que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Quase achar que o destino se enganou no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que me toques é vicio que adoro e que me faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não te quero ver chorar por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Só não te quero ver a olhar para trás, para nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é como eu,&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de saber porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Só alguns sabem olhar esse fumo que é só teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me fazes pensar, quase achar que te amo&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é como eu&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é como eu&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é só teu...e meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me alteras os passos se te vejo passar»&lt;br /&gt;by Toranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dedicado a alguém muito especial na minha vida... my Lost Angel *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115564929488308009?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115564929488308009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115564929488308009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115564929488308009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115564929488308009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-teu-mundo.html' title='O teu mundo'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115534834019686589</id><published>2006-08-11T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:08:08.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'cause to love you means so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115534834019686589?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115534834019686589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115534834019686589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115534834019686589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115534834019686589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-much-more.html' title='So much more...'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115351828490034183</id><published>2006-07-21T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:13:25.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras Dele, que faço minhas</title><content type='html'>«Gosto de dizer. Direi melhor: gosto de palavrar. As palavras são para mim corpos tocáveis, sereias visíveis, sensualidades incorporadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todos os grandes apaixonados, gosto da delícia da perda de mim, em que o gozo da entrega se sofre inteiramente. E, assim, muitas vezes, escrevo sem querer pensar, num devaneio externo, deixando que as palavras me façam festas, criança menina ao colo delas. São frases sem sentido, decorrendo mórbidas, numa fluidez de água sentida, esquecer-se de ribeiro em que as ondas se misturam e indefinem, tornando-se sempre outras, sucedendo a si mesmas. Assim as ideias, as imagens, trémulas de expressão, passam por mim em cortejos sonoros de sedas esbatidas, onde um luar de ideia bruxuleia, malhado e confuso. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115351828490034183?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115351828490034183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115351828490034183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115351828490034183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115351828490034183'/><link rel='alternate' 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iguais a outros dia&lt;br /&gt;se por dentro o tempo é tão voraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando de repente num segundo&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa me vira do avesso&lt;br /&gt;e desfaz cada certeza do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sopro de uma jura&lt;br /&gt;Faz balançar os dias&lt;br /&gt;Quando os sonhos contaminam&lt;br /&gt;Os medos e os cansaços&lt;br /&gt;quando ainda me desarma&lt;br /&gt;a tua companhia&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que a vida faz&lt;br /&gt;Em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia recomeça&lt;br /&gt;e a noite ainda te prende nos seus braços&lt;br /&gt;e por dentro te rebenta um mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a cidade te esconde&lt;br /&gt;e o silêncio é o fundo das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que te esqueces de gritar»  &lt;em&gt;Mafalda Veiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115334534044421265?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115334534044421265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115334534044421265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115334534044421265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115334534044421265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/quando-j-nada-intacto.html' title='Quando já nada é intacto'/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115327300226470493</id><published>2006-07-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:38:57.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/1600/ser%20portugues.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/320/ser%20portugues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Temos de ser realistas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehe :P Obrigado Portugal..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque a vitoria de sermos assim ninguém nos tira!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115327300226470493?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115327300226470493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115327300226470493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115327300226470493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115327300226470493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/temos-de-ser-realistashehe-p-obrigado.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115283485988527319</id><published>2006-07-13T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:54:19.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't tell your secrets.. your secrets are safe with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/320/jjkmnhlk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;«Oh,please give me you&lt;br /&gt;tell me the things you use to do&lt;br /&gt;oh,please give me smiles&lt;br /&gt;don't be so shy,don't be so blue&lt;br /&gt;oh,please give me your hands&lt;br /&gt;and don't do that things to me&lt;br /&gt;oh,please give me your shame&lt;br /&gt;i'm free...&lt;br /&gt;i can't resist your innocence&lt;br /&gt;it's so confusing it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;you look at me,then you don't&lt;br /&gt;it makes me shiver, it burns my skin&lt;br /&gt;my eyes shine as you pass me by&lt;br /&gt;i act like a freak and don't know why&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning, my heart could come out&lt;br /&gt;oh,stop it please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i don't understand what i'm here for&lt;br /&gt;even i don't comprehend, i need more&lt;br /&gt;even i just don't know why i cry these tears&lt;br /&gt;even i, even i...don't dare to ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,please give me stories&lt;br /&gt;give me things i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;oh,please give me glories&lt;br /&gt;and things i wanna thing they're true&lt;br /&gt;oh,please just give me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and give me no more lies&lt;br /&gt;just say that you're mine...&lt;br /&gt;say it...&lt;br /&gt;but has it seems a sign came from high&lt;br /&gt;suddenly you went out...out of sight&lt;br /&gt;but has i was thinking i was on my own&lt;br /&gt;you came again and i lost my control... » &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115283485988527319?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115283485988527319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115283485988527319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115283485988527319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115283485988527319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wont-tell-your-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115257488008828877</id><published>2006-07-10T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:41:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Uma coragem especial...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tou contigo tenho uma coragem especial...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para tar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para querer tar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para confiar em ti acima de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para olhar para ti de uma maneira especial...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para enfrentar tudo por ti...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para te escolher a ti...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para estar sempre ao teu lado, embora tu não o saibas...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para pensar em ti quando estás longe...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para gostar de ti...&lt;br /&gt;coragem para acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;sim... uma coragem especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a uma conclusão assustadora: para gostar é preciso ter coragem!&lt;br /&gt;devia apenas ser preciso gostar para gostar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115257488008828877?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115257488008828877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115257488008828877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115257488008828877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115257488008828877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/uma-coragem-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115255947601489966</id><published>2006-07-10T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:26:17.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;«Eu quero uma lua plena&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir a noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero olhar as luzes,&lt;br /&gt;que teus olhos não me têm deixado ver&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vou viver&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sair de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero seguir a estrela&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir o vento&lt;br /&gt;pela pele um pensamento me fará&lt;br /&gt;Uma louca tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser uma tarde gris&lt;br /&gt;Quero que a chuva corra sobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;O rio que por ruas corre em mim&lt;br /&gt;As águas que me querem levar tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe que me façam esquecer de ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero partir de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero seguir a estrela&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir o vento&lt;br /&gt;pela pele um pensamento me fará&lt;br /&gt;Uma louca tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero uma lua plena&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir a noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero olhar as luzes,&lt;br /&gt;que teus olhos não me têm deixado ver&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vou viver&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser uma tarde gris&lt;br /&gt;Quero que a chuva corra sobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;O rio que por ruas corre em mim&lt;br /&gt;As águas que me querem levar tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser uma tarde gris&lt;br /&gt;Quero que a chuva corra sobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;O rio que por ruas corre em mim&lt;br /&gt;As águas que me querem levar tão longe&lt;br /&gt;                                Tão longe que me façam esquecer de ti»        Ana Carolina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou.. tão longe para perto de ti :o/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115255947601489966?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115255947601489966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115255947601489966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115255947601489966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115255947601489966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-quero-uma-lua-plena-eu-quero-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115205934056367588</id><published>2006-07-04T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:30:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/1600/kuska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/320/kuska.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Ma petit Princesse *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/30601861-115205934056367588?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115205934056367588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115205934056367588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115205934056367588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115205934056367588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/ma-petit-princesse.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115205864703157404</id><published>2006-07-04T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:23:45.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde é k vocês guardaram os sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;kero saber para poder guardar os meus também...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico assim.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fico assim completamnete desiludida com tudo&lt;br /&gt;com todos...&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo nada!&lt;br /&gt;Porquê? porque é k as pessoas só dão carinho, amor e atenção a alguém quando se xateam com ela, quando erram com ela, quando as coisas não estão bem!!!&lt;br /&gt;porque é k não se pode dar carinho quando nos apetece, quando nos fazem sorrir, porque alguma coisa boa aconteceu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isto tá tudo ao contrário... já ninguém demonstra os sentimentos, já ninguém é sincero, já ninguém abraça alguém porque lhe apeteceu! porquê??????????????&lt;br /&gt;porque é ser lamechas?? é sinal de fraqueza??? mas será k toda a gente enlouqueceu????&lt;br /&gt;Fraco é kem tem medo de gostar, kem tem medo de se apaixonar, kem tem medo de confiar, kem tem medo de mostrar akilo k sente..&lt;br /&gt;fracas são todas as pessoas mentirosas, porque tem medo de encarar a verdade! fracos são akeles k se escondem atrás de uma máscara.. Fracos fracos cobardes......&lt;br /&gt;Tou farta disto, não kero ser assim... kero expontanêadade, loucura, amor, sentimentos a flor da pele, abraços e muitos muitos beijos, kero viver cada momento sem tar a pensar no k os outros vão pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes apetece-me voar para dentro dos meus sonhos e eskecer tudo...&lt;br /&gt;porque cada desilusão tira um pedaço da minha alma, e esse vazio é cada vez maior... e quando deixamos de acreditar no principe encantado a vida fica mais triste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115205864703157404?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115205864703157404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115205864703157404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115205864703157404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115205864703157404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/onde-k-vocs-guardaram-os-sentimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115197842719853196</id><published>2006-07-03T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:00:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/1600/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1229/2189/320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há coisas que não são para se perceberem. Esta é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma coisa para dizer e não sei como hei-de dizê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Muito do que se segue pode ser, por isso, incompreensível. A culpa é minha. O que for incompreensível não é mesmo para se perceber.&lt;br /&gt;Não é por falta de clareza. Serei muito claro. Eu próprio percebo pouco do que tenho para dizer. Mas tenho de dizê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;O que quero é fazer o elogio do amor puro. Parece-me que já ninguém se apaixona de verdade. Já ninguém quer viver um amor impossível. Já ninguém aceita amar sem uma razão.Hoje as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questão de prática. Porque dá jeito. Porque são colegas e estão ali mesmo ao lado. Porque se dão bem e não se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque é mais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas e das calças e das contas da lavandaria.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia as pessoas fazem contratos pré-nupciais, discutem tudo de antemão, fazem planos e é mínima merdinha entram logo em "diálogo". O amor passou a ser passível de ser combinado. Os amantes tornaram-se sócios. Reúnem-se, discutem problemas, tomam decisões.&lt;br /&gt;O amor transformou-se numa variante psico-sócio-bio-ecológica de camaradagem. A paixão, que devia ser desmedida, é na medida do possível. O amor tornou-se uma questão prática.&lt;br /&gt;O resultado é que as pessoas, em vez de se apaixonarem de verdade, ficam "praticamente" apaixonadas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero fazer o elogio do amor puro, do amor cego, do amor estúpido, do amor doente, do único amor verdadeiro que há, estou farto de conversas, farto de compreensões, farto de conveniências de serviço.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vi namorados tão embrutecidos, tão cobardes e tão comodistas como os de hoje. Incapazes de um gesto largo, de correr um risco, de um rasgo de ousadia, são uma raça de telefoneiros e capangas de cantina, malta do "tá bem, tudo bem", tomadores de bicas, alcançadores de compromissos, banançides, borra-botas, matadores do romance, romanticidas.&lt;br /&gt;Já ninguém se apaixona? Já ninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, o desequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o amor, a doença que é como um cancro a comer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo?O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é para ser uma ajudinha. Não é para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso "dá lá um jeitinho sentimental".&lt;br /&gt;Odeio esta mania contemporânea por sopas e descanso. Odeio os novos casalinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Para onde quer que se olhe, já não se vê romance, gritaria, maluquice, facada, abraços, flores. O amor fechou a loja. Foi trespassada ao pessoal da pantufa e da serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é amor. É essa beleza. É esse perigo.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor não é para nos compreender, não é para nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode. Tanto faz. é uma questão de azar.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor não é para nos amar, para nos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho de inferno aberto. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra.&lt;br /&gt;A vida às vezes mata o amor. A "vidinha" é uma convivência assassina.&lt;br /&gt;O amor puro não é um meio, não é um fim, não é um princípio, não é um destino. O amor puro é uma condição. Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. O amor não se percebe. Não é para perceber. O amor é um estado de quem se sente.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma verdade. É por isso que a ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita, não faz mal. Que se invente e minta e sonhe o que quiser.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra.&lt;br /&gt;A realidade pode matar, o amor é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. Num momento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não esta lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso amor, o amor que se lhe tem.&lt;br /&gt;Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode ceder. Não se pode resistir.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma coisa, o amor é outra.&lt;br /&gt;A vida dura a Vida inteira, o amor não.&lt;br /&gt;Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também."&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso&lt;em&gt; in&lt;/em&gt; Expresso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115197842719853196?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115197842719853196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115197842719853196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115197842719853196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115197842719853196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/h-coisas-que-no-so-para-se-perceberem.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30601861.post-115194641269946134</id><published>2006-07-03T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:06:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Decidi criar outro blog,  para criar outro tipo de palavras talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;um espaço diferente do Chocolate words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bem vamos ver no k dá....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As palavras nunca xegam para exprimir tudos os sentimentos e sensações, todas as experiências k trazemos connosco, mas eu gosto d tentar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ;) ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30601861-115194641269946134?l=petit-princesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/feeds/115194641269946134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30601861&amp;postID=115194641269946134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115194641269946134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30601861/posts/default/115194641269946134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petit-princesse.blogspot.com/2006/07/decidi-criar-outro-blog-para-criar.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sphynx*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02561451588574803379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
