<?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-6688077255394102719</id><updated>2011-11-20T07:40:29.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drafts, notes, thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-5825129772087322818</id><published>2011-06-17T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:17:13.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida vívida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Massaharu Taniguchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sou também como a água.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma barreira poderá represar-me.&lt;br /&gt;Se barrarem a minha passagem&lt;br /&gt;Colocando grandes pedras no meu leito,&lt;br /&gt;Converter-me-ei em torrente, cachoeira,&lt;br /&gt;E saltarei impetuosamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se me fecharem todas as saídas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me infiltrarei no subsolo.&lt;br /&gt;Permanecerei oculto por algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tardarei a reaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve estarei jorrando&lt;br /&gt;Através de fontes cristalinas&lt;br /&gt;Para saciar deliciosamente a sede dos transeuntes.&lt;br /&gt;Se me impedirem também de penetrar no subsolo&lt;br /&gt;Eu me transformarei em vapor,&lt;br /&gt;Formarei nuvens e cobrirei o céu.&lt;br /&gt;E, chegando a hora,&lt;br /&gt;Atrairei furacão, provocarei relâmpagos e trovões,&lt;br /&gt;Desabarei torrencialmente, inundarei e romperei&lt;br /&gt;Quaisquer diques e serei finalmente um grande oceano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MATf6jQMsE/TfxC35BjscI/AAAAAAAAACM/aiGBWrttNi8/s1600/great+storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MATf6jQMsE/TfxC35BjscI/AAAAAAAAACM/aiGBWrttNi8/s320/great+storm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/6688077255394102719-5825129772087322818?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/5825129772087322818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/vida-vivida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/5825129772087322818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/5825129772087322818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/vida-vivida.html' title='Vida vívida'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MATf6jQMsE/TfxC35BjscI/AAAAAAAAACM/aiGBWrttNi8/s72-c/great+storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-4255587223051966139</id><published>2011-06-17T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:02:02.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I live in a world where only me belong to.&lt;br /&gt;On this world theres no pain or sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I rule this world all alone&lt;br /&gt;I've painted on the skies a rainbow with thousand colors and all the clouds are multicor indeed.&lt;br /&gt;The birds they are made of soap bubbles and they waft all around.&lt;br /&gt;There's nobody to tell me what to do and when I should,there's nobody to tell me all I do is just so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Right down the moonlight I see the aurora borealis and its so peaceful then.&lt;br /&gt;There is a melody whispered by the wind and it's a sweet melody makes me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I've drawn on a book everything I found nice and they all came true...&lt;br /&gt;I've imaginated me a sweet dress and I could go around dressed on it.&lt;br /&gt;I had wings to fly and could see spin around the world and there was so much to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I have in my hands an very old clock and when I think too much time  passed I just have to turn time back then I have all the time again.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that montain there is a lonely white wolf and it howl to the moon telling her secrets.&lt;br /&gt;I've imaginated the ground all white and it all turned snowy so there   then I could write then your name and the wind stopped to sing,the wolf  stoped to howl and moon come by to see without understand anything and  yet,understanding everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yet to show it to the world where others live,I'm yet to let people in.&lt;br /&gt;Most people would think it's a weird world,but I don't see it like  that,I see the place where I find myself,where I feel safe,where I find  peace,where I feel home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-4255587223051966139?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/4255587223051966139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/4255587223051966139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/4255587223051966139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-world.html' title='My world'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-7622995809783446602</id><published>2011-06-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:44:45.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[stand by mode on]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Entrei numa daquelas fases de desligamento total, aonde o mundo pode estar acabando, podem estar todos morrendo de praga, posso estar passando fome e sem aonde morar que não ligo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei lá, não consigo me importar com nada nem me concentrar...Não tenho nada interessante para falar ou pensar, estou apenas operando em modo stand by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Esboço um sorrisinho falso, finjo que me importo, ofereço umas palavras de concordância ou conforto para que as pessoas não me amolem e não renda muito assunto, procuro evitar debates mais polêmicos e compridos...Não que queira estar introspectiva porque na verdade não estou pensando nada, just empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em dias assim, as pessoas conseguem me fazer concordar com tudo porque já tanto faz, mais fácil assim.É tudo meio automático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-2133576113737219786</id><published>2011-06-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:29:54.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;C. Vincent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Metzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have walked the paths; the shadowed roads that led to terror's breast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have plumbed the depths of hatred's womb and scaled destruction's crest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every secret left unveiled, for every power learned, I'd sell the remnants of my soul, regardless how it burned.&lt;br /&gt;And still I sought a higher wisdom few could have attained.&lt;br /&gt;'Though I found it, it would leave me - broken, damned and drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I find this power gained is more unto a curse.&lt;br /&gt;My spirit burns with every spell and each irreverent verse.&lt;br /&gt;Despite this strength and knowledge earned, I have paid a heavy toll,&lt;br /&gt;Never should've traded power for my own immortal soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O Adepto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Eu tenho andado por caminhos, por estradas sombrias&lt;br /&gt;que levam terror ao peito, eu tenho examinado as profundezas&lt;br /&gt;do ódio interior e escalado o cume da destruição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cada segredo desvendado, para cada poder aprendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Eu tenho vendido retalhos de minha alma, sem me importar como ela é queimada.&lt;br /&gt;E continuo buscando a mais alta sabedoria muito pouco tendo atingido.&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu a tenha encontrado, isto me deixou - partido, condenado e esgotado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu encontrei este poder mais que maldito.&lt;br /&gt;Meu espírito queima a cada magia e cada verso irreverente.&lt;br /&gt;A despeito da força e do conhecimento absorvido, eu tenho pago pesados custos,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deveria ter trocado o poder por minha alma imortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYnX_taaXwQ/TfQyeGxueAI/AAAAAAAAACI/qUv1PO3X-x8/s1600/By-CandleLight-candles-19541662-1280-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYnX_taaXwQ/TfQyeGxueAI/AAAAAAAAACI/qUv1PO3X-x8/s320/By-CandleLight-candles-19541662-1280-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/6688077255394102719-2133576113737219786?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/2133576113737219786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/adept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/2133576113737219786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/2133576113737219786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/adept.html' title='The adept'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYnX_taaXwQ/TfQyeGxueAI/AAAAAAAAACI/qUv1PO3X-x8/s72-c/By-CandleLight-candles-19541662-1280-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-2155694667012861811</id><published>2011-06-10T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:21:36.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nella Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Il Divo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Li tutti vivono in pace e in  onestà Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Come le nuvole che volano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Li anche la notte è meno oscuraIo  sogno d'anime&amp;nbsp;che sono sempre libere&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Come le nuvole che volano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Che soffia sulle città, come  amicoIo sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Come le nuvole che volano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nella Fantasia (PT-BR) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na fantasia eu vejo um mundo justo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ali todos vivem em paz e em  honestidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O sonho das almas que são sempre livres como as nuvens que  voam cheias de humanidade no fundo da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na fantasia eu vejo um mundo claro lá também a noite é menos escura eu sonho que as almas são sempre livres como nuvens que voam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Na fantasia existe um vento quente que sopra sobre a cidade, como amigo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sonho que as almas são sempre livres como nuvens que voam cheias de  humanidade no fundo da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nella Fantasia (ENG-USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;On my fantasy I see a fair world&lt;br /&gt;And there everyone lives their lifes in peace with honesty&lt;br /&gt;The dreams of the souls that are always free like the clouds in the skies full of humanity deep in their souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my fantasy I see a lighter world there even the night is less darker&lt;br /&gt;I dream that the souls are always free like the clouds that float in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my fantasy theres is a friendly warm wind that breeze over the city&lt;br /&gt;I dream that the souls are always free like the clouds in the skies full of humanity deep in their souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nella Fantasia (ES)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;En la fantasía veo un mundo justo&lt;br /&gt;Donde todos viven en paz y honestamente&lt;br /&gt;Lo sueño con almas que son siempre libres &lt;br /&gt;Como las nubes que vuelan lleno de humanidad en el fondo del alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la fantasía veo un mundo claro &lt;br /&gt;Donde la noche es menos oscura &lt;br /&gt;Lo sueño con almas que son siempre libres&lt;br /&gt;Como las nubes que vuelan llenas de humanidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la fantasía existe un viento cálido que sopla sobre la ciudad como un amigo&lt;br /&gt;Lo sueño con almas que son siempre libres&lt;br /&gt;Como nubes que vuelan lleno de humanidad en el fondo del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ネッラ・ファンタジア&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; (JPN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;私の想像では私は、公正な世界を参照していく&lt;br /&gt;ここで、平和と誠実さで誰も住んでいます&lt;br /&gt;浮かぶ雲のように、&lt;br /&gt;私は、常に無料であること、住む場所の夢&lt;br /&gt;魂の奥深くに人類の完全な&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私の想像では私は明るい世界を参照してください&lt;br /&gt;浮かぶ雲のように&lt;br /&gt;ここで、各夜は以下の闇がある&lt;br /&gt;私は、常に無料です霊の夢を見る&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私の想像では、暖かい風が存在する&lt;br /&gt;浮かぶ雲のように&lt;br /&gt;友人のような都市にそれが呼吸&lt;br /&gt;私は、常に無料です魂の夢&lt;br /&gt;魂の奥深くに人類の完全な&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-2155694667012861811?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/2155694667012861811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/nella-fantasia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/2155694667012861811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/2155694667012861811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/nella-fantasia.html' title='Nella Fantasia'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-5198946818906886922</id><published>2011-06-02T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:34:58.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras-chave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tempo...A resposta para praticamente tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cura feridas e traz sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não devemos deixar passar tempo demasiado, nem deixar as oportunidades se perderem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oportunidade...O que a maioria das pessoas esperam, oportunidade de se mostrar, oportunidade de crescer, oportunidade de vencer em todas áreas possíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escolhas...Uma escolha errada pode estragar seu dia ou vários deles, uma boa escolhe pode transformar seus dias em pura magia, trazer felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Felicidade...O que todos buscam e não encontram, difícil de definir, porque a felicidade tem muitas caras e formatos, para alguns é pequena e simples, para outros complexa, gradiosa...Às vezes, a felicidade pode aparecer e ser tão simples que não nos damos conta, não a percebemos na correria do dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não raro, escuto pessoas dizerem "eu era feliz e não sabia" porque talvez a felicidade não seja algo concreto e sim uma junção de pequenas coisas do dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não está ela no dinheiro e nem no prazer de nos comprarmos algo desejado, não é ela apenas compartilhar amor...É poder ser livre para fazer escolhas sem medo de repressão, é poder fazer o que bem entender quando se quer, é estar com frio e sentir o sol no rosto de manhãzinha, é compartilhar um sorriso verdadeiro, é enxergar a luz no fim do túnel quando tudo parece perdido e sem solução...A gente mal consegue acreditar, dá vontade de gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor...Podemos amar qualquer pessoa se nos propusermos à isso, podemos enxergar beleza aonde ninguém mais vê e podemos enxergar perfeição na imperfeição das coisas e pessoas, é um sentimento que transforma e cria, mas isso só quando é verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se diz "eu te amo" para seu colega, nem para um estranho na internet, nem prum carinha que passou uma noite ou acabou de conhecer na balada...Se diz "eu te amo" para quem realmente te importa na vida, para quem te faz a diferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Creio que algumas pessoas passam a vida sem entender o sentido pleno da palavra .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Agradecimento à Leandro Oliveira na parte "amor", me baseei num texto dele sobre banalização do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-5198946818906886922?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/5198946818906886922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-palavras-chave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/5198946818906886922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/5198946818906886922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-palavras-chave.html' title='As palavras-chave'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-1199221203627724990</id><published>2011-06-01T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:52:52.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um inteiro pode se tornar dois</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Às vezes, é preciso estar distante, é preciso sentir saudade, é preciso ter tempo de descobrir e pesar o que realmente vale a pena na vida e também avaliar os próprios sentimentos para descobrir o que e quem realmente te importa na vida, para descobrir os que se ama de verdade...A gente precisa de espaço e tempo para enxergar as coisas importantes da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando se é um inteiro, pleno, você descobre o que é ser dois de verdade, sem se iludir, com os pés no chão, descobre o significado verdadeiro de amar alguém, sem loucura, com paz de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um inteiro pode se tornar dois, uma metade, jamais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-1199221203627724990?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/1199221203627724990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-inteiro-pode-se-tornar-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/1199221203627724990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/1199221203627724990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-inteiro-pode-se-tornar-dois.html' title='Um inteiro pode se tornar dois'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-8838364146205362623</id><published>2011-05-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:50:34.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Quando você está apaixonado você não consegue enxergar defeito algum na pessoa, a pessoa se torna perfeita aos seus olhos, tudo aquilo que você sempre idealizou em um alguém durante toda a sua vida, você passa a enxergar naquela pessoa, você projeta nela suas esperanças, seus desejos e seus ideais, ela é, então, a pessoa perfeita, não tem defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Pôxa, que legal, você encontrou a pessoa perfeita em meio de bilhões de pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Você está apaixonado, então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;À partir do momento em que você começa a pensar "puxa, mas seria legal se ele (a) fosse mais assim ou menos assim" é porque você já não está mais tão apaixonado, aquelo sentimento está se modificando e geralmente, caindo na monotonia ou desânimo...Daí para frente você vai cada dia mais enxergar novos defeitos, imaginar que a pessoa mudou muito para pior, mas isso não aconteceu realmente, o que mudou, foi somente o seu sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Aqueles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so called&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;defeitos, sempre estiveram ali, só que antes você não conseguia ver, estava cego de amores pela pessoa e desesperada para que ela fosse tudo o que você sempre sonhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Deste momento em diante, o sentimento se torna realista, você já vê defeitos e virtudes (dependendo de que passos anda seu relacionamento você só vai conseguir enxergar defeitos)...Quer dizer então que não amo mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Isso não quer dizer nada, nem que você ame ou deixe de amar, você apenas não está louco de amores, cegamente apaixonado, a paixão é só por um certo tempo, depois que ela se vai, tudo vai depender do quanto aquela pessoa conseguiu te conquistar e enternecer seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O amor é um sentimento contínuo de carinho, afeto, ternura, companheirismo (o que não quer dizer que dure para sempre, na maioria dos casos, não dura muitos anos o que também não quer dizer que não era verdadeiro)...Se a paixão foi suficiente para te fazer amar este alguém você vai continuar com esta pessoa e amando ela com todos os já conhecidos defeitos e virtudes que agora você já pode enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Se você chegar ao ponto de pensar "não, tal defeito da pessoa eu não tolero, a pessoa tem que mudar!" , daí então, você pode esquecer, melhor não gastar seu tempo e nem o da pessoa com isso, não vai durar nem que vocês acreditem muito nisso e nem que vocês tentem muito porque na verdade, quando se pensa isso é porque você não ama a pessoa e a paixão, já se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Quando você pensa que a lógica da coisa é dar certo se um fizer assim e outro daquele outro jeito se chegar ao ponto de pensar que para dar certo a pessoa tem que modificar tal coisa e você abrir mão de tal coisa, desiste. Você já começou a usar totalmente o seu cérebro para manter isso funcionando, já era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-8838364146205362623?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/8838364146205362623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor-e-perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/8838364146205362623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/8838364146205362623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor-e-perfeicao.html' title='Amor e perfeição'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-3488233695549630599</id><published>2011-05-31T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:45:58.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To love and fall in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;To be in love and to love are two very different things,you can love somebody forever but you can't be in love for always,its fire and it goes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;To love somebody is different you don't love somebody from night to day,you earn the love,day by day,moment by moment,gestures by gestures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;To love isn't being in love you have no longer passion or are crazy about the other its only in begin,to love is friendship,trust,companionship,to care about other,to worry about other...In short words it means this person is that best friend you could trust your life to it that understand you better than anybody else in the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;You can fall in love from the first sight but that's no love,that's no true love,you're in love then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;When you be in love you crazy about it,think about it all the time,want it more than anything else and anybody else,it's feels like a illness,almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sometimes you feel if you can't have it you gonna crash..Thats passion,that's fire but no love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;When you love somebody for real that's alike a soul's pact,it's harmony cause both souls found the peace they been seeking on each other,that's the place you feel safe,that's your soul's home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-3488233695549630599?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/3488233695549630599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-love-and-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/3488233695549630599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/3488233695549630599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-love-and-fall-in-love.html' title='To love and fall in love'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-871807817357206973</id><published>2011-05-31T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:10:25.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando me amei de verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kim McMillen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exato.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E então, pude relaxar.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome…Auto-estima.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra minhas verdades.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é…Autenticidade.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje chamo isso de… Amadurecimento.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparada, inclusive eu mesmo.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é… Respeito.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável… Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje sei que se chama… Amor-próprio.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer o meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projetos megalômanos de futuro.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é… Simplicidade.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer sempre ter razão e, com isso, errei menos vezes.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje descobri a… Humildade.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de me preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho no presente, que é onde a vida acontece.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é…Plenitude.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar. Mas quando a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tudo isso é… Saber viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-871807817357206973?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/871807817357206973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-me-amei-de-verdade-kim-mcmillen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/871807817357206973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/871807817357206973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-me-amei-de-verdade-kim-mcmillen.html' title='Quando me amei de verdade'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-6250012124026208051</id><published>2011-05-31T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:39:31.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trecho tirado do Pequeno Príncipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-6250012124026208051?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/6250012124026208051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-tu-me-cativas-minha-vida-sera-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/6250012124026208051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/6250012124026208051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-tu-me-cativas-minha-vida-sera-como.html' title='Trecho tirado do Pequeno Príncipe'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW3EsWLxt_U/TekqHQKEAZI/AAAAAAAAACE/3yO4NltIKMM/s72-c/O_Pequeno_Principe_e_a_Raposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-3590073941818518956</id><published>2011-05-31T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:17:16.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cores e sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cerca de uns 7 anos atrás conheci um menino que se auto definia como "cores e sons", fiquei com isso na cabeça, ele tocava tem até uma bandinha hoje em dia, era meio hippie (e ainda é).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Então fiquei com isso na cabeça, adoro a música, ela faz parte da minha vida, mas se fosse me definir me definiria como "cores e sonhos" porque o que mais faço na minha vida é sonhar, idealizar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As cores fazem parte de todas minhas visões, de todos os meus pensamentos e sonhos, dão beleza aos meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Idealizo tudo, idealizo um romance ideal, idealizo um lugar ideal, uma ocasião ideal...Sou meio neurótica com perfeição, mas não a perfeição padrão, minha perfeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sonho, sonho...Sei que muitos dos meus sonhos são impossíveis, loucura, mas adoro sonhar, renova minhas esperanças, traz beleza ao meu dia-a-dia...Sonho acordada mesmo, sonho dormindo, vivo meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sempre que estou contente, estou bem, meus sonhos ganham cores novas e eles acabam colorindo os meus dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pode até parecer loucura e não fazer sentido algum, mas minha vida é mais bonita assim e me sinto bem assim, espero ficar velhinha e não deixar de sonhar e nem deixar meus sonhos desbotarem.&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/6688077255394102719-3590073941818518956?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/3590073941818518956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/cores-e-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/3590073941818518956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/3590073941818518956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2011/05/cores-e-sonhos.html' title='Cores e sonhos'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-4744706536562586135</id><published>2010-09-17T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:35:27.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs...</title><content type='html'>"Se tu vens, por exemplo, às quatro da tarde, desde às três eu começarei a ser feliz.Quanto mais a hora for chegando, mais eu me sentirei feliz.Às quatro horas, então, estarei inquieta e agitada: descobrirei o preço da felicidade!Mas se tu vens a qualquer momento, nunca saberei a hora de preparar o coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu não és ainda para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil  outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens também  necessidade de mim. Não passo a teus olhos de uma raposa igual a cem mil  outras raposas. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do  outro. Serás para mim o único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no  mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só se vê bem com os olhos do coração.O essencial é invisível aos olhos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O Pequeno Príncipe, Saint-Exupéry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_amXF__rLMXw/TJP0ppwXq1I/AAAAAAAAABI/UILhV0R9czw/s1600/littleprince-wall21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_amXF__rLMXw/TJP0ppwXq1I/AAAAAAAAABI/UILhV0R9czw/s320/littleprince-wall21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso te dizer que sinto saudades de você, visto que nunca te vi, porém sinto uma vontade imensa de te ver, a cada momento e tanto que chega a dar um vazio no peito, tanto que parece, às vezes, doer.&lt;br /&gt;(C.S.Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Stuffs...'/><author><name>Cristy0505</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559264466569904888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfMpqZCOCSg/TeW-DU5ZvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/71KsuBnr5XI/s1600/227399_224843144199168_100000204527583_1116200_7548249_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_amXF__rLMXw/TJP0ppwXq1I/AAAAAAAAABI/UILhV0R9czw/s72-c/littleprince-wall21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-3511416484919537988</id><published>2010-09-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:00:00.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto Venus</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Você entende realmente como funciona o sistema socio-econômico em que vivemos atualmente?É um sistema auto-destrutivo no qual acumulamos dívidas a vida toda num ciclo vicioso auto-destrutivo a um final com o dinheiro nas mãos apenas de uma pequena massa de elite e o resto da população global no estado em que se encontra hoje, por exemplo, a etiópia.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cada vez mais máquinas e robôs substituem a mão-de-obra humana, e cada vez menos, temos reservas naturais, o número de humanos somente cresce e em consequencia disto, temos hiperpopulação (você acha que sempre vai ter espaço para todo mundo?), destruição em massa das reservas naturais (desmatamento acarretando em aquecimento global, falta de água potável...Você realmente acredita que teremos para sempre mata para derrubar para arranjar mais espaço para plantar frutas e vegetais e criar mais gado, suínos e galinhas?)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A inflação e o desemprego crescem a cada dia, pois cada máquina colocada no mercado tira o emprego de uma ou mais pessoas, cada vez mais as pessoas e os países se vêem forçados a pedir empréstimos (você acha que sai da onde este dinheiro do empréstimo?) com juros cumulativos que nos levam a uma hora, inevitávelmente, a não termos como saudá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando os países e os cidadões não tiverem mais como pagar tais juros aonde iremos parar?Para isso, é necessário entender o sistema socio-econômico em que vivemos atualmente, assistam o filme Zeitgeist 2 para entender como funciona a economia global, para vai o nosso dinheiro e porque o mundo se encontra em crise econômia atualmente gerando cada vez mais desempregos e&amp;nbsp; falências de pequenas empresas enriquecendo apenas a uns meros poucos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Jacque Fresco, propõe uma nova sociedade, livre do sistema monetário ou troca, baseada em recursos direcionados para o bem estar social aonde as pessoas poderiam desenvolver sua criatividade e vocação invés de trabalhos repetitivos em fábricas pois robôs fariam tais trabalhos deixando espaço para cada indivíduo realmente seguir sua verdadeira vocação.Todos teriam sua casa e seu carro e não teriam que comprar ou se endividar para comprar algo, pois não existiria dinheiro nesta nova sociedade."todos os recursos voltados para o bem-estar social"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se informe melhor, abra sua mente, a ignorância te faz um prisioneiro aberto a qualquer espécie de aproveitador, quando se tem a mente fechada para novos conhecimentos, você deixa de crescer e qualquer tipo de porcaria te enfiam goela abaixo e você engole, aceita isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeitgeist 2: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7065205277695921912#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-3511416484919537988?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/3511416484919537988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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real e viver no meu mundinho perfeito de ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os loucos são feli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;zes, o duro é quando você é apenas meio louco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As pessoas sonham com um carro legal, sonham com um emprego ideal, sonham com a casa dos sonhos, reconhecimento, um romance ideal and all these stuffs, eu não, só quero me divertir :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O mundo é meu playground e a vida é o tempo de duração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tudo qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e me entedia eu descarto, se me enterte, I keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6688077255394102719-5816437919604053138?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/5816437919604053138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2010/08/alguns-pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/5816437919604053138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688077255394102719.post-1270546270695115885</id><published>2009-10-28T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:01:30.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons , adaptação</title><content type='html'>He staid by my side&amp;nbsp;by the&amp;nbsp;summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He filled my days with endless wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he was gone when autumn came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still I dreamed he'd come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we would live the years together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are dreams that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are storms we cannot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so different from the winter I'm living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed the dream I dreamed&lt;div 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vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir mudar o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí então estamos bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com tantos motivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prá deixar tudo como está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nem desistir, nem tentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos indo de volta prá casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/hBan22tARgs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBan22tARgs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a bluebird in my heart that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm too tough for him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay down, do you want to mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to screw up the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to blow my book sales in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a bluebird in my heart that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm too clever, I only let him out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everybody's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, I know that you're there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I put him back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's singing a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in there, I haven't quite let him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we sleep together like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret pact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's nice enough to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weep, but I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weep, do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6688077255394102719-2186519684468457423?l=cristy0505.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/feeds/2186519684468457423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristy0505.blogspot.com/2009/10/bluebird-charles-bukowski.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6688077255394102719/posts/default/2186519684468457423'/><link rel='self' 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