<?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-9264433</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:50.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sabendo sofrer, sofre-se menos.."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112268148355933185</id><published>2005-07-30T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:15:51.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/124love-messbrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 153px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 149px" height="124" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/124love-messbrasil.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Como diriam os EzSpecial "All I need is a time out, a time out from everything..."&lt;br /&gt;Vou partir.. É verdade.. é já daqui a umas horas.. Já se vão ver livre de mim hehe deitem foguetes deitem... Venho por este meio (lol) desejar continuação de umas excelentes férias pros meus migos do coraçoum (já n falava com sotaque à tanto tempoooo lol). Espero que não se esqueçam de mim pois eu vou levar vocês comigo e não me vou esquecer de vocês :) Portem-se mal, muito mal.. Adoro-vos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Now.. Vou deixar uma música que adoro e que pra mim tem uma letra muito especial, pois esta tem pra mim um significado igualmente especial.. Adequa-se a mim..&lt;br /&gt;E pronto, não vou maçar ninguém com testamentos, vou apenas deixar muitos beijinhos pra todos vocês!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;P.s- Sei que este aperto que tenho sentido no coração não será nada de grave, não será premonição...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à música, You, just think about it... E mais num digo.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Xauuuuuuuuuuuu***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Don't!" - Shania Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't.. don't you wish we tried&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;You know love is stronger than pride&lt;br /&gt;Don't.. no don't&lt;br /&gt;Let your anger grow&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you need me to know&lt;br /&gt;Please talk to me don't close the door&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna hear you.. wanna be near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight.. don't argue&lt;br /&gt;Give me the chance to say that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn me away.. don't tell me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't.. don't give up on trust&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me.. on us&lt;br /&gt;We could just hold on long enough&lt;br /&gt;We can do it.. we'll get through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight.. don't argue&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the chance to say that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn me away.. don't tell me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend that it's ok&lt;br /&gt;Things won't get better that way&lt;br /&gt;And don't do something you might regret someday&lt;br /&gt;Don't..&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do it.. we'll get through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight.. don't argue&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the chance to say that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn me away.. don't tell me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight.. don't argue (Don't give up on me)&lt;br /&gt;Give me the chance to say that I'm sorry (say that I'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you (Don't give up on me)&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn me away.. don't tell me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight.. don't argue&lt;br /&gt;Give me the chance to say that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you (don't give up on me)&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn me away.. don't tell me to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-112268148355933185?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112268148355933185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112268148355933185' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112268148355933185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112268148355933185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/como-diriam-os-ezspecial-all-i-need-is.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112268092944514968</id><published>2005-07-30T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:04:52.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/rochas_rochas_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/rochas_rochas_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Memories - Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Whisper* Memories, memories, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world you tried&lt;br /&gt;Not leaving me alone behind&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to the gods: let him stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories ease the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;The silent whispers&lt;br /&gt;The silent tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me promise I'd try&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back in this life&lt;br /&gt;I hope there is away&lt;br /&gt;To give me a sign you're okay&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me again&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it all&lt;br /&gt;So I can go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;The silent whispers&lt;br /&gt;The silent tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together in all these memories&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;All the memories I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;Darling you know I love you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;The silent whispers&lt;br /&gt;The silent tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Palavras para quê? Esta música é mais que linda, até arrepia.. Sem dúvida a minha música favorita no momento.. é tão bom ouvi-la em silêncio..&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todos* * * &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/9264433-112268092944514968?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112268092944514968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112268092944514968' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112268092944514968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112268092944514968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/memories-within-temptation-whisper.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112241783643152565</id><published>2005-07-26T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:48:38.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/deitada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/deitada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque hoje me sinto um pouco estática.. Mesmo apesar de sorrir, não é um sorriso daqueles que nascem mesmo cá do "fundo", mas aprendi que é mais triste não saber sorrir do que propriamente um sorriso triste.. Há que ter força, e essa mesmo que não venha de terceiros há-de vir, essa sim, bem cá do fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em palavras fico-me por aqui, por hoje.. Deixo apenas uma música que adoro (thanks Cris pois graças a ti conheci esta música 5*, linda mesmo)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, me despeço, ao "som" de....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldfinger - Cover Sleeve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if i ever let you down&lt;br /&gt;did you keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, when i took my feet from off your ground&lt;br /&gt;did you keep on going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me, just remember&lt;br /&gt;all the times when we wandered free&lt;br /&gt;If you ever miss me, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;that i feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, did i ever fail you&lt;br /&gt;did you give up dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, when i had to go&lt;br /&gt;did you stop believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know every sould must grow older&lt;br /&gt;but our past belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;and it should make you stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me, just remember&lt;br /&gt;all the times when we wandered free&lt;br /&gt;If you ever miss me, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;that i feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop moving, you must keep on going&lt;br /&gt;don't you stop believing, you should go on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop moving, you must keep on going&lt;br /&gt;don't you stop believing,&lt;br /&gt;'cause its people like you that make the world go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me, just remember&lt;br /&gt;all the times when we wandered free&lt;br /&gt;If you ever miss me, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;that i feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me, just remember&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;If you ever miss me, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;...don't you know...&lt;br /&gt;...we will meet again&lt;br /&gt;...we will meet again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kiss 4 u all.. * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N'Joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll be just... Thinking..&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/9264433-112241783643152565?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112241783643152565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112241783643152565' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112241783643152565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112241783643152565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/porque-hoje-me-sinto-um-pouco-esttica.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112207021636462566</id><published>2005-07-22T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:14:05.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/crying4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/crying4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus, consegue ouvir-me?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que tenho que sofrer assim? Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;Que fiz eu pra ter que passar por tudo isto que causa tanta dor cá dentro?&lt;br /&gt;Será que mereço?! Será que terei que pagar por algo que possa um dia ter feito? Será isso?! Será? Dói!! Dói ver aqueles que tanto amamos sofrer... Dói sentir um aperto enorme cá dentro, dói sentir-me impotente, dói ver o meu mundo cair quando tudo parece começar a recompôr-se.. às vezes apetece pedir que alguma força superior me leve e acabe com tudo isto de mau que me invade.. Sim, porque há momentos em que a força interior desvanece, e me sinto tão vulnerável que nem sei que sentido faz viver. (Mas eu por vezes também consigo amar a vida) Sim, eu sei que isso me faria perder muita coisa, seria deitar por água abaixo as coisas boas que (incrivelmente) a minha vida tem.. Mas... Será que viver com dor é solução? Não sei.... Pior do que tudo ainda é esta dúvida persistente... Axo que não mereço sofrer mais... Por favor... Devolva à minha vida o brilho que lhe falta... Por favor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm so tired of being here (...) These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real"&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/9264433-112207021636462566?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112207021636462566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112207021636462566' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112207021636462566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112207021636462566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/deus-consegue-ouvir-me-porque-que.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112198574856568752</id><published>2005-07-21T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:50:42.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/filme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/filme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já no passado dia 28 de Junho fui "apanhada" pela Cris (k por sua vez tinha sido apanhada pela Hrrada, etc etc...). E apanhada pk? Ora bem.. Pk me foi feito uma espécie de questionário sobre cinema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto as frequências nem me deram tempo disponível pra poder responder ao quest e poder publicá-lo aqui.. Tou a fazê-lo agora, sim, só agora.. Mais vale tarde do que nunca, e eu realmente tenho andado muito ocupada e não tenho tido tempo pra o fazer, agora tive e cá tou eu... :) Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Qual o último filme que viste no cinema? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem, o último filme que vi no cinema foi "O amor está no ar" (bem recente, han? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Qual a tua sessão preferida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada sessão é diferente.. Ou porque vais com amigos, ou porque vais com alguém especial... Todas têm o seu "encanto" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Qual o primeiro filme que te fascinou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eish... Eu comecei a ver filmes ainda nem devia saber ler.. lol Lembro-me quando era bem mais novita que adorava o filme "Duro de Roer" com Steven Seagal, o tipo era mestre na arte de bem esmurrar... lol mas eu recordo-me k vi com a minha prima esse filme tantas xs que sinceramente nem sei como a K7 não ficou com a fita toda rompida.. Outro de que me recordo que tb via montes de vezes e me captava sp a atenção era o "olha quem fala", tava sp a dar na tv e eu axava imensa piada no início qd dava os espermatozóides tds contentes a tentar fecundar o óvulo.. LOL enfim.. são ideias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Para que filme gostarias de ser transportada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinceramente não sei bem.. Talvez para um misto de vários filmes, por exemplo pro Titanic, em especial pra cena da proa do navio, em que o Leo abraça a Kate por trás e "voam" juntos, a cena do "If you jump, i'll jump" pq é algo que sabe bem ouvir e já é mto raro.. Tb gostava de ser transportated pro "City of Angels", pq é de facto um filme lindíssimo, todo ele.. O filme "as palavras que nunca te direi" tb é um filme lindíssimo, mas aí já não sei se queria ser transportada pra lá.. Só se fosse pra ser a garrafinha k anda a boiar, kd n me apetece aturar ng.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. E, já agora, qual a personagem de filme terias gostado de conhecer um dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Steven Seagal e os seus golpes de karapatesta!!! lol Falando (um pouco mais) sério, n sei.. Eu adorava conhecer todas as personagens dos filmes k gosto, pois tds eles são diferentes e certamente poderia aprender um pouco com cada um deles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Que actor(actriz)/produtor(a)/realizador(a)/argumentista gostarias de convidar para jantar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tantossss.. Cm fã imensa de cinema adorava fazer um banquete enorme com todas as minhas estrelas de cinema preferidas!! Vou nomear aqueles/as de quem me tou a recordar neste momento.. Angelina Jolie, Julia Roberts, Michelle Rodriguez, Steven Seagal, Tom Cruise, Neve Campbell, Courteney Cox, George Clooney, Samuel L. Jackson, Sandra Bullock, Catherine Zeta-Johnes, Charlize Theron, Christina Ricci, Antonio Banderas, Hilary Swank, Meg Ryan, Nicolas Cage, Mel Gibson, Jim Caviezel, Matt Dillon, Cameroz Diaz, Penèlope Cruz, Brendan Fraisier, Kate Winslet, Ben Affleck, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Val Kilmer, Jennifer Aniston, J. Lopez, Jennifer Garner, Patrick Swayze, Piper Perabo, Johnny Depp, etc etc etc..LOL Seria uma jantarada e peras.. Um verdadeiro cocktail de luxo... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. A quem vais passar o testemunho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como isto já me foi passado à algum tempo não tou a ver a quem possa passar o testemunho.... lol mas se encontrar alguém irei fazê-lo... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cap ou pas cap?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s. - Cris xcupa só ter respondido agora ao quest.. Tu sabes pk é k só pude resp agora... Contudo o que importa é k n me eskeci e aki tá ele... :) BeIjInHoS * * * * &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/9264433-112198574856568752?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112198574856568752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112198574856568752' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112198574856568752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112198574856568752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/j-no-passado-dia-28-de-junho-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112078248442090342</id><published>2005-07-08T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T20:31:35.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/grav_mulher_deitada_no_ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/grav_mulher_deitada_no_ar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto-me tão cansada... Pareço o Deus grego "Atlas" que andava com o mundo às costas.. (O que nós aprendemos em anatomia... lol) Vou deixar aqui a letra de uma música que me fica no ouvido, não sei porquê, talvez pelo ritmo da música.. Então a parte do refrão "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)&lt;br /&gt;I welcome with my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".... É linda!!! Simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2Pac - Ghetto Gospel Feat. Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Uhh,&lt;br /&gt;Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Elton John:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)&lt;br /&gt;I welcome with my hands&lt;br /&gt;And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold&lt;br /&gt;And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2Pac]&lt;br /&gt;If I could recelect before my hood dayz&lt;br /&gt;I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on that good dayz&lt;br /&gt;i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em&lt;br /&gt;They tested, it was stressed that fate under&lt;br /&gt;In our days, things changed&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange&lt;br /&gt;And for me it's the worst, we left of a world that's cursed, and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;cause any day they'll push the button&lt;br /&gt;and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin&lt;br /&gt;Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary&lt;br /&gt;but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly&lt;br /&gt;there's no need for you to fear me&lt;br /&gt;if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me&lt;br /&gt;it aint about black or white, cuz we're human&lt;br /&gt;I hope you see the light before its ruined&lt;br /&gt;my ghetto gospel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Elton John]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2Pac]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad&lt;br /&gt;Living out a bag, plus she's glad for the little things she has&lt;br /&gt;And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy&lt;br /&gt;Guess she's given birth to a baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan&lt;br /&gt;We're jumping to another form of slavery&lt;br /&gt;Even now I keep discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be a role model&lt;br /&gt;I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes, I learn from everyone&lt;br /&gt;And when its said and done&lt;br /&gt;I bet this Brotha be a better one&lt;br /&gt;If I'm upset, you don't stress&lt;br /&gt;Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet&lt;br /&gt;I feel his hand on my brain&lt;br /&gt;When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang&lt;br /&gt;But am I less holy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies&lt;br /&gt;Before we find world peace&lt;br /&gt;We gotta find peace in that war on the streets&lt;br /&gt;My ghetto gospel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Elton John]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2Pac]&lt;br /&gt;Lord can you hear me speak!!&lt;br /&gt;To pay the price of being hell bound..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Boa noitinha...&lt;br /&gt;Beijossss pa toda a gente que eu conheço * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Vou descansar... Ou não... lol&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/9264433-112078248442090342?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112078248442090342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112078248442090342' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112078248442090342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112078248442090342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/sinto-me-to-cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112069815576265292</id><published>2005-07-07T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T02:08:17.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/corazonn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/corazonn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem, hoje não tou de facto com muita vontade de dizer alguma coisa neste meu espaço, penso que o cansaço se apoderou imensamente de mim, por isso deixo apenas uma música que é boa pró "&lt;em&gt;relax&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. - obrigada a quem (ainda) se lembra de comentar o meu blog.. Deixo aqui um beijo especial pra vocês... * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay well, behave badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh...yeah&lt;br /&gt;My skin is like a map, where my heart has been&lt;br /&gt;And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing&lt;br /&gt;So I lay down my guard, drop my defenses, down by my clothes&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, so be gentle when you hande me&lt;br /&gt;There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found your finger prints on a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;Do your know ur leaving them all over this heart of mine too&lt;br /&gt;If I never take this leap of faith I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;So I'm learining to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, so be gentle when you hande me&lt;br /&gt;There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be gentle&lt;br /&gt;So be gentle&lt;br /&gt;So be gentle&lt;br /&gt;So be gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me&lt;br /&gt;There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, so be gentle when you hande me&lt;br /&gt;There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Bruise Easily - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-112069815576265292?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112069815576265292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112069815576265292' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112069815576265292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112069815576265292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/bem-hoje-no-tou-de-facto-com-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-112034232123310765</id><published>2005-07-02T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:22:52.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/darknessangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/darknessangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;20,000 seconds since you've left and I'm still counting&lt;br /&gt;And 20,000 reasons to get up, get something done&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Is someone kind enough to&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up and give me food, assure me that the world is good&lt;br /&gt;But you should be here, you should be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How colors can change and even the texture of the rain&lt;br /&gt;And what's that ugly little stain on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not deal with that right now&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be floating in space somewhere or&lt;br /&gt;Worry about the ozone layer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's almost like a corny movie scene&lt;br /&gt;But I'm out of frame and the lighting's bad&lt;br /&gt;And the music has no theme&lt;br /&gt;And we're all so strong when nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And the world is at our feet&lt;br /&gt;But how small we are when our love is far away&lt;br /&gt;And all you need is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20,000 Seconds - &lt;em&gt;K's Choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.s.- Uma linda música que se adequa ao momento pois hoje tudo o que preciso é relaxar e descansar esta cabeça que tá prestes a dar o "&lt;em&gt;tilt&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;Porque por vezes me dá uma vontade de dar um enorme grito que espantasse todos os meus medos, receios e fantasmas que insistem em viver comigo.. Aqui deixo um "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;" enorme com elevadas ondas sonoras, muito poder e destruição.. Não se metam à minha frente, pois tudo o que atravessar o meu caminho vai junto... Bem.. Já me sinto um pouco melhor após esta breve descarga de energia, tou pronta pra outra.. Por entre músculos, potenciais de membrana e um lindo sistema nervoso me despeço do meu espaço..&lt;br /&gt;Continuação de um bom fim-de-semana para os meus "true friends"!! Beijos pa vocês &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.s.2- Não, isto não se trata de uma playstation 2, mas sim de um à parte que me esqueci de referir antes de postar a imagem... A montagem foi feita by "me" por isso qualquer frase que os meus olhos captem igual à que está na montagem vai ter direito a processo!! lol joking isto é só uma forma subtil de picar uma certa pessoa que eu cá conheço e que se vai identificar imediatamente com este p.s... lol jokinhas (e doces :P) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/9264433-112034232123310765?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112034232123310765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=112034232123310765' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112034232123310765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/112034232123310765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/20000-seconds-since-youve-left-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111990970602321251</id><published>2005-06-27T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:34:14.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje tou com esta música na cabeça... E ela teima em não sair..&lt;br /&gt;Devem ser os efeitos biofísicos.. Só pode!!&lt;br /&gt;Vou mas é estudar...Talvez me traga melhores resultados..&lt;br /&gt;Beijos pra kem merece ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Como olhar pra ti, quando eu sei que só resta Sofrer?? Sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não há as palavras que tu sabes bem que preciso de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Já não há a esperança de recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Se queres fugir, não venhas outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;...Dizer que me queres bem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que esquecer...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by Angels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111990970602321251?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111990970602321251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111990970602321251' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111990970602321251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111990970602321251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/hoje-tou-com-esta-msica-na-cabea.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111886151931044157</id><published>2005-06-15T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:01:01.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/rosa%20vermelha%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/rosa%20vermelha%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Fecha os teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Não penses em nada,&lt;br /&gt;Sente apenas o calor&lt;br /&gt;Destas mãos que te acariciam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;E corre para os meus abraços.&lt;br /&gt;Cola o teu peito ao meu&lt;br /&gt;E sente o bater descompassado&lt;br /&gt;Deste coração, que já é só teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece tudo o que já passou...&lt;br /&gt;Não vivemos do passado&lt;br /&gt;Apenas guardamos as lindas recordações.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o tempo lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Pois o futuro que nos espera, reluz!&lt;br /&gt;E reservou o melhor que havia&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo quero ir ao infinito&lt;br /&gt;Viajar pelo universo&lt;br /&gt;Para poder tocar em cada estrela&lt;br /&gt;E a Lua beijar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para agradecer&lt;br /&gt;De contigo, permitir estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, aninha-me em teu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me delirar com os teus carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-me de menina em mulher&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que saber corresponder&lt;br /&gt;A cada toque e a cada carícia recebida,&lt;br /&gt;Que te fará vibrar de emoções ímpares&lt;br /&gt;E que jamais se afastará de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és um grande presente divino&lt;br /&gt;Esperança jamais escondida ...&lt;br /&gt;Que sonhei um dia encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como dizem que sonhar é viver ...&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer com um sorriso incontido nos lábios&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje estou vivendo o Sonho mais Sonhado&lt;br /&gt;Que era te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E Contigo ... Pra sempre ficar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor desconhecido &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra ti, com muito carinho... :)*(: &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/9264433-111886151931044157?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111886151931044157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111886151931044157' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111886151931044157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111886151931044157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/fecha-os-teus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111774888947844897</id><published>2005-06-02T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:00:06.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Tortura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(feat. Alejandro Sanz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ay payita mia&lt;br /&gt;Guárdate la poesía&lt;br /&gt;Guárdate la alegría pa'ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No pido que todos los dias sean de sol&lt;br /&gt;No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón&lt;br /&gt;Si lloras con los ojos secos&lt;br /&gt;Y hablando de ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que te fueras sin decir a donde&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mejor te guardas todo eso&lt;br /&gt;A otro perro con ese hueso&lt;br /&gt;Y nos decimos adiós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal&lt;br /&gt;Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que no creas màs en mis promesas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ay amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Es una tortura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perderte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mejor te guardas todo eso&lt;br /&gt;A otro perro con ese hueso&lt;br /&gt;Y nos decimos adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No te bajes, no te bajes&lt;br /&gt;Oye negrita mira, no te rajes&lt;br /&gt;De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor&lt;br /&gt;Oye mi negra no me castigues màs&lt;br /&gt;Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo soy un hombre muy arrepentido&lt;br /&gt;Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alejandro Sanz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ay ay ay,&lt;br /&gt;Ay ay ay,&lt;br /&gt;Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti&lt;br /&gt;Fue una tortura perderte&lt;br /&gt;Me duele tanto que sea asi&lt;br /&gt;Sigue llorando perdón&lt;br /&gt;Yo... yo no voy&lt;br /&gt;A llorar por ti...&lt;br /&gt;A llorar por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta é mais uma grande música Shakiriana (não esquecendo claro o belo do Alejandro) que me traz muito power.. Simplesmente xeia de boas vibrações.. lol&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor do que esta música pra tirar as teias deste blog... :) Ay Amor... oh si carino... recuerdos recuerdos..&lt;br /&gt;Bemmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim-de-semana pra todos aqueles que tao perto de mim.. Bjokas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111774888947844897?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111774888947844897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111774888947844897' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111774888947844897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111774888947844897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/la-tortura-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111601099748759527</id><published>2005-05-13T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:05:56.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/palomalopezheart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/palomalopezheart3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's because I met you&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm here&lt;br /&gt;It's because I felt you&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I adore you&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I met you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I met you&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I need you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I feel you&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I want you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I love you&lt;br /&gt;You put me into it&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me to leave&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all the reasons&lt;br /&gt;It's a question of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Be strong, be weak, beware]&lt;br /&gt;It's because I met you&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm here&lt;br /&gt;It's because I felt you&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I adore you&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I met you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I met you&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I need you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I feel you&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I want you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put me into it&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me to leave&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all the reasons&lt;br /&gt;It's a question of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a question of love&lt;br /&gt;It's a question of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I met you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I met you&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I need you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I feel you&lt;br /&gt;(It's because I want you)&lt;br /&gt;It's because I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put me into it&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gift - &lt;em&gt;Question of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; makes the world turn round...&lt;br /&gt;Time for my reflection ;) * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111601099748759527?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111601099748759527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111601099748759527' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111601099748759527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111601099748759527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-because-i-met-you-its-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111575927607808644</id><published>2005-05-10T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:08:55.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/1105641518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/1105641518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111575927607808644?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111575927607808644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111575927607808644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111575927607808644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111575927607808644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111575805532334124</id><published>2005-05-10T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:58:32.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/serfeliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/serfeliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Deixa-me ficar juntinha a ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me pousar as minhas mãos sob as tuas, num acto de encorajamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me olhar nos teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me descobrir o segredo do amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me abraçar-te... beijar os teus lábios maravilhosamente delineados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me caminhar a teu lado, por toda a nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sofrer contigo, sorrir contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me fazer-te forte nos teus momentos de fraqueza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me amar-te por inteiro, sem dimensões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me acariciar o teu rosto lindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me partilhar contigo o mesmo tecto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me viver contigo para sempre... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111575805532334124?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111575805532334124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111575805532334124' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111575805532334124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111575805532334124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/deixa-me-ficar-juntinha-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111239943685834888</id><published>2005-04-02T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:52:16.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/walkingaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/walkingaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111239943685834888?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111239943685834888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111239943685834888' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111239943685834888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111239943685834888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111187526581926598</id><published>2005-03-26T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:21:31.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/pascoabebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/pascoabebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hello... Cá tou eu, numa breve passagem, só pra desejar uma páscoa muito &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; a todos os meus amigos, e já agora também a quem comenta o meu blog... :) Cuidado com as amêndoas e os ovos de páscoa... :P Bem, tenham cuidado mas comam... Claro!!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e cuidado pra não ficarem com uma amêndoa entalada... LOL (isto é só pra uma ou outra pessoa... n tomem como geral..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.s. - Porque agora um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; não é &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; se não tiver um p.s.... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fiquem bem...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111187526581926598?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111187526581926598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111187526581926598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111187526581926598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111187526581926598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111168832692700279</id><published>2005-03-24T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:43:57.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/bluedesire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/bluedesire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"There must be some explanation&lt;br /&gt;to all my frustrations inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I've always dreamed before it could be&lt;br /&gt;and I still dream&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't change my past&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move on, at last&lt;br /&gt;I've not always been as strong as I can&lt;br /&gt;but I know that&lt;br /&gt;I had my ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;I lost my silk, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Time moves mountains, they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as the stars still shine&lt;br /&gt;I've try to do my best all my life&lt;br /&gt;but time shows me is not enough to try&lt;br /&gt;that no one can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get a ride this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as the stars still shine&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always been as strong as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change that tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Alright "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EZ-Special - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pois é... Esta música ontem tanto me martelou a cabeça k eu decidi tentar encontrar uma explicação pra isso.. É verdade. Pralém de a ter tado a ouvir vezes sem fim durante a manhã, eis k à tarde a cada vez k mudava de emissora na rádio tava a começar a tocar esta música.. E eu k a adoro simplesmente me deixava embalar nela.. Até k axei "estranho", por mt absurdo k seja, e tentei descobrir o porkê de akela música me "perseguir".. E descobri. &lt;em&gt;"I'm gonna change that tonight",&lt;/em&gt; tonight = noite, e a noite de ontem foi de facto boa, e em boa companhia, com a &lt;strong&gt;Su&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;Cris&lt;/strong&gt;... Começou com um café e terminou com um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (cm demonstra a foto tirada por eu mesma, e k pra kem n sabe é uma bebida k contém vodka, malibu, blue coraçao, cointreau e natas.. mas fica um aviso, em altas doses pode provocar danos...)... Houve até kem não tivesse conseguido atinar com a entrada do elevador, e só à &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5ª tentativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tenha tido sucesso... N é menina SU?? Agora fico parva, cm é k uma pessoa k n atina com o elevador consegue trazer o carro de volta.. :S No k eu me meto... Ponho assim a minha tão preciosa vida nas mãos destas gajas... E depois, convém referir k era nada mais nada menos k 4ª feira à noite.. Pode até parecer irrelevante, mas tipo, se agora até a meio da semana há bebedeira.. Onde isto irá parar?? Até nem kero pensar.. (Rimei e tudo..) Vocês só me desencaminham, eu não era assim, eu não sou assim... Recuso-me a ter isto como facto. E depois, pralém de me fazerem adormecer às 4h, ainda me fazem levantar às 8 horas da manhã pra mais um dia de rambóia na bela da cidade do &lt;strong&gt;Porto&lt;/strong&gt;... Dps cm é k a cabeça n há-de doer e dar &lt;em&gt;tilt&lt;/em&gt;?? E não, não é pk o tico e o teco tao nos jogos olimpicos e numa prova de patinagem escorregam e a cada vez k isso acontece batem contra os painéis laterais da minha caixa craniana.. A culpa é de kem me faz ficar acordada &lt;em&gt;all night long&lt;/em&gt; dias e dias, com poucas horas de sono... Por falar em caixa craniana... &lt;strong&gt;Passei a anatomiaaaaaaaa weeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;... Continuo a axar k houve erro na correcção da minha frekuência... Mas isso agora até nem interessa nada.. Se passei passei e a pauta é kem ordena.. Vendo bem as coisas, pra kem axava k ia tirar uma nota tãooooooo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baixa&lt;/span&gt; e passou até é um bom motivo pra comemorar... hehe há pancas pra tudo.. e as nossas.. bem, essas são diárias...&lt;br /&gt;Agora... É horinha de ir descansar (ou não), pk a vida n é feita só de rambóia... N há kem aguente.. lol&lt;br /&gt;Stay well, behave badly (isto nem é preciso dizer, pk enfim..)&lt;br /&gt;E.... &lt;strong&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/strong&gt;... :)&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111168832692700279?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111168832692700279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111168832692700279' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111168832692700279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111168832692700279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/there-must-be-some-explanation-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111153407971087523</id><published>2005-03-22T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:35:06.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm looking for an angel&lt;br /&gt;someone to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;someone to lean on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel how love can be&lt;br /&gt;but these things they don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson well&lt;br /&gt;some things don't work the way you planned&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just can't tell&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking for an angel&lt;br /&gt;someone to let you know my love for you&lt;br /&gt;seems I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to see just what love can do&lt;br /&gt;but these things they don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson well&lt;br /&gt;when things don't work the way you planned&lt;br /&gt;you need someone to tell&lt;br /&gt;You are my paradise&lt;br /&gt;the source of my desires&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing for your touch&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;so all my dreams will fly&lt;br /&gt;I can't live this way because I know&lt;br /&gt;I cry alone&lt;br /&gt;I fear to cry alone alone&lt;br /&gt;so what will I do without you&lt;br /&gt;who will I see when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't face another night alone without you here&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't face the night&lt;br /&gt;without you here&lt;br /&gt;alone without you here&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just can't tell&lt;br /&gt;you are my paradise&lt;br /&gt;the source of my desires I believe in you so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here for your touch&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side so with my dreams I can touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I can't live this way cause this time I know&lt;br /&gt;I cry alone&lt;br /&gt;I fear to cry here alone&lt;br /&gt;so I'm looking for an angel I'm looking for you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Looking for an Angel" - Laura Pausini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love u&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;* * * *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111153407971087523?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111153407971087523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111153407971087523' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111153407971087523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111153407971087523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-im-looking-for-angel-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111137585418153025</id><published>2005-03-21T03:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T03:30:54.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/mulher loira 61.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/mulher loira 61.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like to be alone at night&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to have the rain on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to see the sky painted grey&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like when, nothin's goin my way&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to be the one with the blues&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about the way your lovin me&lt;br /&gt;The way you lay your head upon shoulder when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I love to kiss you in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love everything you do, oh I do-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to turn the radio on&lt;br /&gt;Just to find I missed my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to be the last with the news&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about the way your lovin me&lt;br /&gt;The way you lay your head upon shoulder when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I love to kiss you in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love everything you do, oh I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to be alone at night&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to have the rain on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I Do Love You - LeAnn Rimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111137585418153025?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111137585418153025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111137585418153025' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111137585418153025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111137585418153025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-like-to-be-alone-at-night-and-i_21.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111134818046549385</id><published>2005-03-20T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:20:36.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguém ker uma dor de dente?!&lt;br /&gt;Pois.. Ontem fui presenteada com uma.. K ainda dura... (Ouvi dizer k é duracell..)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Preciso do teu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mimo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;O dente do siso decidiu ser rebelde e crescer por fases..&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camano&lt;/span&gt; do dente...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Começo a desconfiar k ele só cresce kd xove..&lt;br /&gt;Vem um pc de xuva e &lt;em&gt;puff&lt;/em&gt;.. Lá vem ele espreitar um pc mais..&lt;br /&gt;É tipo vegetal, kd é regado cresce... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caporra&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Começo a desconfiar tb k a minha falta de juízo se deve a este crescimento esporádico e faseado dos dentes do siso... Será k kd os 4 (sim, eu n me lembrava k os dentes do siso são 4 e não 2... mas tipo, só um é k incomoda, é normal k os outros fikem um pkinho eskecidos... :$) crescerem eu vou ter juízo nesta cabecinha? Who knows.. É esperar pra ver.. Pode ser k algum dia isso aconteça.. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(P.s. - receio k a mana Su empregue de novo a teoria dela dos "beijos mal dados", pois é... kd algo acontece, o motivo é um beijo mal dado, né Su? Isto kd n "é o destino" :P porta-te bem!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em vegetal... Em dias cm este em k a xuva dá um ar da sua graça, até sabe bem "&lt;em&gt;vegetar&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;Confesso k já tinha saudades de sentir o xeirinho da terra húmida.. &lt;em&gt;Smells good&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Por enkuanto é xuva de "&lt;em&gt;molha-tolos&lt;/em&gt;", nada de "&lt;em&gt;ping ping&lt;/em&gt;" a bater na janela.. mas até que sabe bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it rain&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain on me&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, oh let it rain&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain on me&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom motivo pra ver um bom filme como o "&lt;strong&gt;million dollar baby&lt;/strong&gt;", sem dúvida uma história linda (e triste) de coragem e determinação...&lt;br /&gt;Em k o sonho se eleva ao factor risco, em k o prazer de fazer o k se ama é maior k todo e kkr sofrimento e dor... Em k a vida é feita de momentos, momentos esses de luta, de vitórias, de busca de felicidade.. Mesmo kuando a última lágrima cai.. Mesmo kuando a morte bate à porta e mesmo assim não se eleva à satisfação de ter um enorme sonho realizado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/1112880.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/1112880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;O sonho comanda a vida&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana... &lt;em&gt;bacio&lt;/em&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/9264433-111134818046549385?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111134818046549385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111134818046549385' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111134818046549385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111134818046549385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/algum-ker-uma-dor-de-dente-pois.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111128415697987705</id><published>2005-03-20T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T02:02:36.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Sorriso genuino2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Sorriso genuino2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há noites assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111128415697987705?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111128415697987705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111128415697987705' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111128415697987705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111128415697987705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/h-noites-assim_20.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111126472199506271</id><published>2005-03-19T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:43:55.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/noiterrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/noiterrrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mais um dia que acaba&lt;br /&gt;e a cidade parece dormir,&lt;br /&gt;da janela vejo a luz que bate no chão&lt;br /&gt;e penso em te possuir.&lt;br /&gt;Noite após noite, há já muito tempo,&lt;br /&gt;saio sem saber para onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;chamo por ti, na sombra das ruas,&lt;br /&gt;mas só a lua sabe quem eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;Lua, lua,&lt;br /&gt;eu quero ver o teu brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;lua, lua, lua,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ver o teu sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo,&lt;br /&gt;mostra-me onde estás,&lt;br /&gt;é que o pior castigo&lt;br /&gt;é viver assim, sem luz nem paz,&lt;br /&gt;sozinho com o peso do caminho&lt;br /&gt;que se fez para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Lua, eu quero ver o teu brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;no luar, no luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens de chapéu e cigarros compridos&lt;br /&gt;vagueiam pelas ruas com olhares cheios de nada,&lt;br /&gt;mulheres meio despidas encostadas à parede&lt;br /&gt;fazem-me sinais que finjo não entender.&lt;br /&gt;Loucas são as noites, que passo sem dormir,&lt;br /&gt;loucas são as noites.&lt;br /&gt;Os bares estão fechados já não há onde beber,&lt;br /&gt;este silêncio escuro não me deixa adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;Loucas são as noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há saudade sem regresso, não há noites sem&lt;br /&gt;madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;Ouço ao longe as guitarras, nas quais vou partir,&lt;br /&gt;na névoa construo a minha estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucas são as noites, que passo sem dormir,&lt;br /&gt;loucas são as noites.&lt;br /&gt;Loucas são as noites, que passo sem dormir,&lt;br /&gt;loucas são as noites..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lua&lt;/em&gt; (Pedro Abrunhosa/Pedro Abrunhosa)&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/9264433-111126472199506271?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111126472199506271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111126472199506271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111126472199506271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111126472199506271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/mais-um-dia-que-acaba-e-cidade-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111109229940044906</id><published>2005-03-17T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:48:38.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/fallen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/fallen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hard times flowing and my eyes couldn't see stars shining&lt;br /&gt;My heart couldn't feel the beauty of the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lost like a bottle that floats in the sea for ever&lt;br /&gt;Will somebody pick up my hope?&lt;br /&gt;Will somebody try?&lt;br /&gt;Will I realize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's broken broken&lt;br /&gt;Something got broken like stolen&lt;br /&gt;Stolen, like if it was stolen&lt;br /&gt;And hurting, hurting&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurting and now&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pieces of truth that I chose to keep&lt;br /&gt;No matter if now they are gone&lt;br /&gt;No matter if I am alone&lt;br /&gt;Still I can get back on my feet and walk on&lt;br /&gt;As I know there was something to learn&lt;br /&gt;I know there will always be more worth moving on for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, it's broken broken&lt;br /&gt;Something got broken like stolen&lt;br /&gt;Stolen, like if it was stolen&lt;br /&gt;And hurting hurting&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurting and now&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be one of those colorful early summer days&lt;br /&gt;When everybody is happy that you came&lt;br /&gt;Everybody smiles back at you as soon as your eyes cross their eyes&lt;br /&gt;But something has to happen first&lt;br /&gt;I know winter has to come before it blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's broken broken&lt;br /&gt;Something got broken like stolen&lt;br /&gt;Stolen, like if it was stolen&lt;br /&gt;And hurting hurting&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurting and now&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Broken - Elisa&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/9264433-111109229940044906?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111109229940044906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111109229940044906' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111109229940044906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111109229940044906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/hard-times-flowing-and-my-eyes-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111076103598497516</id><published>2005-03-14T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:52:58.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/f252064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/f252064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cântico Negro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vem por aqui"&lt;/strong&gt; - dizem-me alguns com olhos doces ,&lt;br /&gt;Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros&lt;br /&gt;De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse&lt;br /&gt;Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui"!&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,&lt;br /&gt;(Há nos meus olhos, ironias e cansaços)&lt;br /&gt;E cruzo os braços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nunca vou por ali...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha glória é esta:&lt;br /&gt;Criar desumanidade!&lt;br /&gt;Não acompanhar ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;- Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade&lt;br /&gt;Com que rasguei o ventre a minha Mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde&lt;br /&gt;Me levam meus próprios passos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós me responde,&lt;br /&gt;Por que repetis: "vem por aqui"?&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhar aos ventos,&lt;br /&gt;Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,&lt;br /&gt;A ir por aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vim ao mundo foi&lt;br /&gt;Só para desflorar florestas virgens,&lt;br /&gt;E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!&lt;br /&gt;O mais que faço não vale nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como, pois, sereis vós&lt;br /&gt;Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas, e coragem&lt;br /&gt;Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...&lt;br /&gt;Corre, nas vossas veias, sangue velho dos avós,&lt;br /&gt;E vós amais o que é fácil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,&lt;br /&gt;Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ide! Tendes estradas,&lt;br /&gt;Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,&lt;br /&gt;Tendes pátrias, tendes tectos,&lt;br /&gt;E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos e sábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho a minha Loucura!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...&lt;br /&gt;Deus e o Diabo é que me guiam, mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,&lt;br /&gt;Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me peça definições!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me diga:"vem por aqui"!&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou.&lt;br /&gt;É uma onda que se alevantou.&lt;br /&gt;É um átomo a mais que se animou...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;- Sei que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não vou por aí&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;José Régio&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/9264433-111076103598497516?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111076103598497516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111076103598497516' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111076103598497516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111076103598497516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/cntico-negro-vem-por-aqui-dizem-me.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111076005699289896</id><published>2005-03-14T00:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:32:33.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Andava eu a passar os olhos em alguns blogs relacionados com pessoal ligado à enfermagem, e eis que no blog de duas enfermeiras surge o relato cómico de uma delas.. Assim como os enfermeiros passam por momentos de grande angústia, dor, sofrimento e tristeza contida, também é verdade que passam por momentos que dá vontade de desmanchar a rir em altas gargalhadas (imagino e suponho eu...). Penso que o que esta enfermeira de nome "cris" presenciou foi algo no mínimo hilariante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Olha, quero tirar esta coisa do nariz porque não dá para tirar macacos!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Criança de 3 anos referindo-se a uma sonda nasogástrica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;com pinga de&lt;/span&gt; sangue&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;P.s. - LOL ... Como as criancinhas são &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inocentes&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111076005699289896?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111076005699289896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111076005699289896' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111076005699289896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111076005699289896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/andava-eu-passar-os-olhos-em-alguns.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111048590057372549</id><published>2005-03-10T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:26:40.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/wonderfull_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/wonderfull_world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111048590057372549?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111048590057372549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111048590057372549' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111048590057372549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111048590057372549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111031218693023553</id><published>2005-03-08T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:08:09.423Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/estudandooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/estudandooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E porque devia tar a estudar mas não tou...&lt;br /&gt;E porque Anatomia foi o k foi e o k se viu...&lt;br /&gt;E porque Biogenética é já depois de amanhã..&lt;br /&gt;E porque não me apetece estudar...&lt;br /&gt;E porque penso que as férias já tão a chegar...&lt;br /&gt;E porque antes das férias temos o trabalho de campo antropológico...&lt;br /&gt;E porque vai ser uma semana divertida mas cansativa...&lt;br /&gt;E porque depois sim vêm as férias da páscoa...&lt;br /&gt;E porque tou mesmo a precisar de férias urgentemente...&lt;br /&gt;E porque ando aqui kuase a dar o tilt...&lt;br /&gt;E porque não digo nada de jeito...&lt;br /&gt;E porque não sei mais o que dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui me fico, comentem praí (ou não)...&lt;br /&gt;Bjitos****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P.s. - Na foto, eu em alta pose de concentração a estudar Biogenética...&lt;br /&gt;Mãos na cabeça, pras ideias não fugirem...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que neste momento tinha feito uma pausa no estudo pra fazer as minhas cábulas... LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Stay well, behave very very badly...&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/9264433-111031218693023553?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111031218693023553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111031218693023553' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111031218693023553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111031218693023553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/e-porque-devia-tar-estudar-mas-no-tou.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-111024022894142047</id><published>2005-03-08T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-18T00:15:23.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Anjo da consciência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/anjo_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/anjo_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"-Olha à tua volta.&lt;br /&gt;-Estou a olhar.&lt;br /&gt;-Acreditas no que vês?&lt;br /&gt;-Sim, acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Sentes-te sóbria e na tua própria realidade?&lt;br /&gt;-Sinto.&lt;br /&gt;-Estás a dar-me atenção?&lt;br /&gt;-Sim, toda a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;-Sentes-te segura de ti?&lt;br /&gt;-Bastante segura.&lt;br /&gt;-Confiante?&lt;br /&gt;-Também.&lt;br /&gt;-Consideras que tens muita sabedoria?&lt;br /&gt;-Tenho toda a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;-Sentes-te convicta do que estás a dizer?&lt;br /&gt;-Sim, bastante.&lt;br /&gt;-Como podes dizer que olhaste à tua volta, que acreditas no que vês, que estás sóbria e na realidade? Garanto-te que não estiveste atenta, que estás mais que insegura e não sentes convicção da tua sabedoria. Sabes porquê?&lt;br /&gt;-Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;-Porque cometeste o enorme erro de escolher a morte e aqui estou eu para te mostrar neste teu sono profundo que há um caminho a seguir. O da humildade, da consciência e da força interior. Não te vou deixar morrer, eu sou a alma do teu espelho interior e estou encarregue de te corrigir interiormente visto que sozinha não tens essa capacidade. Acorda na tua própria vida. Desperta desse teu pesadelo criado pela tua própria consciência. Enfrenta-me como um anjo da guarda não como um inimigo porque garanto-te que te salvei. A vida é feita para se viver não é feita para ser desperdiçada.&lt;p "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.s. - este texto, tal como as aspas indicam não foi escrito por mim, quando o texto é escrito por mim eu faço questão de o referir fazendo um "p.s." no fim do mesmo texto, como a autoria deste texto me é desconhecida não vou pôr aqui qualquer nome de autor, apenas poderei dizer que retirei este texto de um blog qualquer, cujo endereço já não me recordo dado que apaguei o histórico do internet explorer. Fiz algumas alterações neste texto em relação ao que dizem ser "original". "Neste mundo há sempre um espacinho pra toda a gente..." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-111024022894142047?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111024022894142047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=111024022894142047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111024022894142047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/111024022894142047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/anjo-da-conscincia_08.html' title='Anjo da consciência...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110988922640670400</id><published>2005-03-03T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:51:31.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Digitalizar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Digitalizar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavras para quê?? O nome mai &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LINDO&lt;/span&gt; que existe à face da Terra, do Planeta, do Universo... hehe Quanto a isso não há dúvida.. Se alguém não concordar comigo que se cale!! LOL Tal como diz ali, sou mesmo "diferente", mas, toda a gente é diferente, ninguém é igual a ninguém, embora haja sempre alguém que de uma forma ou de outra é muito semelhante a nós, ou então encaixa-se perfeitamente em nós.. é o Destino, como diz a minha mana Su!! :D Quanto ao resto que ali diz na image, nem vou comentar, não há muito tempo pra isso pois tenho que acabar de limpar a baba.. :P Alimenta o Ego, ao menos isso... hehe&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, como não digo nada de jeito, fico-me por aqui... Beijinhos pra todos os meus fãs!!! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.s. - Para quem na sua "inocência" (lol) não souber que as imagens se podem aumentar duas vezes, eu vou escrever o que tá lá escrito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vem do latim "&lt;em&gt;Claudus"&lt;/em&gt; que significa "diferente".&lt;br /&gt;Foi o nome de uma família romana ilustre de onde saíram dois imperadores: Cláudio I e Cláudio II.&lt;br /&gt;Cláudia tem um sorriso encantador. É muito feminina e sente-se atraída pelas artes, pela beleza, pelo coração.Aventureira e voluntariosa, não gosta da rotina nem da vulgaridade. Cláudia sabe-se capaz de seduzir e aproveita-se disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planeta: Lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Número: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Festa: 15 de Fevereiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110988922640670400?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110988922640670400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110988922640670400' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110988922640670400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110988922640670400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/palavras-para-qu-o-nome-mai-lindo-que_03.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110988725148404174</id><published>2005-03-03T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:01:54.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/o_maior_cego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/o_maior_cego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110988725148404174?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110988725148404174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110988725148404174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110988725148404174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110988725148404174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110988709385178880</id><published>2005-03-03T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:59:55.770Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/amor_nao_escolhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/amor_nao_escolhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110988709385178880?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110988709385178880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110988709385178880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110988709385178880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110988709385178880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110980582901687777</id><published>2005-03-02T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:27:13.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/psicadelic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/psicadelic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confusa&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atrofiante&lt;/span&gt; esta imagem, certo?! Exactamente como me sinto neste momento, como uma imagem psicadélica, confusa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When we'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;Some morning rain&lt;br /&gt;Will wash away our pain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem muito mais a dizer, sim, porque de facto acho que hoje me remeti a um "voto de silêncio", talvez tenha dormido com os pés de fora ou acordado de rabo pó ar (ou não) por aqui me fico... Até me ocorrer algo mais interessante que uma imagem psicadélica pra postar..&lt;br /&gt;Beijos *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110980582901687777?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110980582901687777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110980582901687777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110980582901687777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110980582901687777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/confusa-e-atrofiante-esta-imagem-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110980231082991121</id><published>2005-03-02T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:27:16.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O coração tem razões que a própria razão desconhece..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110980231082991121?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110980231082991121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110980231082991121' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110980231082991121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110980231082991121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/o-corao-tem-razes-que-prpria-razo.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110980094114974295</id><published>2005-03-02T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:05:54.316Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/KillingRomance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/KillingRomance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome To My Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sentimental days&lt;br /&gt;In a misty clouded haze&lt;br /&gt;Of a memory that now feels untrue&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel disguised&lt;br /&gt;Now I leave the mask behind&lt;br /&gt;Painting pictures that aren't so blue&lt;br /&gt;The pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see&lt;br /&gt;(Don't You Feel Sorry For Me)&lt;br /&gt;My life turned around&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still living my dreams&lt;br /&gt;(Yes it's true I've been)&lt;br /&gt;I've been through it all&lt;br /&gt;Hit about a million walls&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled in a web&lt;br /&gt;With a pain hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;That was a time that I've now put to rest&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see&lt;br /&gt;(Don't You Feel Sorry For Me)&lt;br /&gt;My life turned around&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still living my dreams&lt;br /&gt;(Yes it's true I've been)&lt;br /&gt;I've been through it all&lt;br /&gt;Hit about a million walls&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental days&lt;br /&gt;In a mist of clouded haze&lt;br /&gt;Of a memory that now feels untrue..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anastacia - "Welcome to my truth"&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/9264433-110980094114974295?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110980094114974295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110980094114974295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110980094114974295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110980094114974295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome-to-my-truth-sentimental-days.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110953173983236111</id><published>2005-02-27T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:23:20.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/rosa_preta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/rosa_preta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Queria ser o que não sou&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter o que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Queria ver o que não vejo&lt;br /&gt;E ter-te nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Queria falar o que não falo&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar onde não estou&lt;br /&gt;Só prá te ver do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Queria fazer o que não faço&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Para estar onde tu estás&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que me chamares&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter-te&lt;br /&gt;Queria ver-te&lt;br /&gt;E poder fazer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que nunca tive coragem de fazer&lt;br /&gt;Só para ganhar o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Queria me declarar&lt;br /&gt;Queria colocar o meu coração nas tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;E deixar a felicidade acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110953173983236111?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110953173983236111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110953173983236111' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110953173983236111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110953173983236111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/queria.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110929265240415488</id><published>2005-02-25T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:52:03.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/prbens_cris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/prbens_cris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110929265240415488?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110929265240415488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110929265240415488' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110929265240415488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110929265240415488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110781937698073736</id><published>2005-02-07T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:58:49.423Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/LifeIsShort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110781937698073736?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110781937698073736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110781937698073736' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110781937698073736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110781937698073736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110770356538325674</id><published>2005-02-06T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:27:47.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Diapositivo1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Diapositivo1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110770356538325674?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110770356538325674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110770356538325674' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110770356538325674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110770356538325674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110763279443730811</id><published>2005-02-05T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-05T19:53:24.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/longweekkitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/longweekkitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;E cá tou eu após alguns dias de ausência.... &lt;strong&gt;"What a week this has been..."&lt;/strong&gt; É mesmo... Depois de uma semana recheada de &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paideias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Revoluções&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;If Clauses&lt;/strong&gt; cá tou eu de volta pra dizer que esta foi uma &lt;strong&gt;semana&lt;/strong&gt; verdadeiramente &lt;strong&gt;cansativa&lt;/strong&gt;, de pôr qualquer um a pedir uns dias de férias... E é isso mesmo que vai acontecer, já temos à porta uns dias de "férias" pois o carnaval tá aí e com ele chega o merecido descanso... Ou deverei chamar-lhe &lt;strong&gt;pseudo-descanso&lt;/strong&gt;? Pois é, daqui a uns dias temos mais uma frequência, &lt;strong&gt;filosofia do desenvolvimento&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;humano e saúde&lt;/strong&gt;... Pelo menos ja sabemos a estrutura da frequência, sim, vão sair perguntas... Isto só mesmo a prof de filosofia pra nos dizer que a estrutura da frequência são vários grupos constituídos por perguntas... Enfim! lol Passando à frente... O meu pópó já veiooooo!!! :D Por isso, já sabem, &lt;strong&gt;as nossas noites de borga voltaram&lt;/strong&gt;!!! ;) Depois de tanta frequência à que descomprimir... :) E penso que não tenho muito mais a dizer sobre esta longa semana que passou.. &lt;strong&gt;É tempo de descansar&lt;/strong&gt;... Beijos pra todos os meus amigos!! &lt;strong&gt;Stay&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;well, behave badly&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/9264433-110763279443730811?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110763279443730811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110763279443730811' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110763279443730811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110763279443730811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/e-c-tou-eu-aps-alguns-dias-de-ausncia.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110745744327723936</id><published>2005-02-03T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:08:49.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Evanescence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Evanescence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"...We're leaving here tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;They'd only hold us down&lt;br /&gt;So by the morning light&lt;br /&gt;We'll be half way to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where love is more than just your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget this life&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back you're safe now&lt;br /&gt;Unlock your heart&lt;br /&gt;Drop your guard&lt;br /&gt;No one's left to stop you now.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110745744327723936?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110745744327723936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110745744327723936' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110745744327723936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110745744327723936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110738271827191122</id><published>2005-02-02T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:33:24.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Evanescence%20Wallpaper(Amy%20Lee%20Gothic)%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Evanescence%2520Wallpaper(Amy%2520Lee%2520Gothic)%2520(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Missing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Please, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be home again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you'll have woke up,&lt;br /&gt;And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't something missing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't cry for my absence, I know -&lt;br /&gt;You forgot me long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Am I that unimportant...?&lt;br /&gt;Am I so insignificant...?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'd be sacrificed,&lt;br /&gt;You won't try for me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'd die to know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be home again.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you do to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Shudder deep and cry out:&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't someone missing me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I bleed, I'll bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;And if I sleep just to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;And wake without you there,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't something...&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/9264433-110738271827191122?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110738271827191122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110738271827191122' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110738271827191122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110738271827191122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/missing-please-please-forgive-me-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110701705180858058</id><published>2005-01-29T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:50:48.773Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/horizonte%20longinquo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/horizonte%20longinquo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se eu pudesse olhar-te nos olhos e selar o que sinto com um beijo profundo... Um beijo no qual as nossas almas se pudessem encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse tocar-te, precorreria cada centímetro do teu corpo como se tivesse a explorar um território sagrado...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, transformava cada lágrima tua num sorriso imenso, um sorriso irradiante, doce e lindo, como só tu sabes esboçar...&lt;br /&gt;Transformava também um abraço meu num "forte" pra que sentisses uma protecção que nada nem ninguém pode destruir...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, rasgava os meus sentidos para que soubesses que só a ti eu quero ver, tocar e sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, arrancava o meu coração e oferecia-o a ti, pra que tivesses a certeza que ele é só teu e a mais ninguém pertence...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, gritava ao mundo, com todas as minhas forças, o quanto eu te adoro, até que a minha voz deixasse de se ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo aí, o bater do meu coração seria tão forte, que não havia falta de palavras que pudesse contrariar aquilo que eu sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, abria as minhas asas e levava-te comigo pra bem longe daqui, pra onde ninguém mais fosse, aquele lugar perfeito que só existe nos nossos sonhos e onde pudessemos construir algo que ninguém ousasse destruir...&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar onde o tempo não existisse, onde a rotina se transformasse em prazer, o prazer de te ter ao meu lado... Um lugar onde tu não serias tu, nem eu seria eu, mas sim onde os nossos corações se unissem para formar o mais perfeito Ser, a mais perfeita unidade.... Nós!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, desata as tuas correntes e deixa-me amarrar a ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;29 de Janeiro de 2005&lt;br /&gt;By: RalphGirl&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/9264433-110701705180858058?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110701705180858058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110701705180858058' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110701705180858058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110701705180858058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/se-eu-pudesse-olhar-te-nos-olhos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110693446095567276</id><published>2005-01-28T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:50:42.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Diapositivo1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Diapositivo1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110693446095567276?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110693446095567276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110693446095567276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110693446095567276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110693446095567276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110692944698559432</id><published>2005-01-28T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-28T16:34:29.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/cumplicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/cumplicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so many times i'm watching you&lt;br /&gt;and now i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;so many times.....&lt;br /&gt;so many times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out every night&lt;br /&gt;tryin' to find the perfect love&lt;br /&gt;you've lost the faith in yourself&lt;br /&gt;you're falling out in loneliness&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of magic can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;i'm your guardian angel, trust in me&lt;br /&gt;so many times i've been watchin' you&lt;br /&gt;and now i fell in love with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times i'm watching you&lt;br /&gt;and now i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;so many times, so many times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When your heart feels so lonely&lt;br /&gt;think about your sweetest dream&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and follow me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll take you to my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;when i keep my love to you that's a crime&lt;br /&gt;so many times i've been watchin' you&lt;br /&gt;and now i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times i'm watching you&lt;br /&gt;and now i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;so many times, so many times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[Gadjo] - So Many Times&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/9264433-110692944698559432?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110692944698559432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110692944698559432' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110692944698559432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110692944698559432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-many-times-im-watching-you-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110684836290497399</id><published>2005-01-27T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:29:29.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/oraao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/oraao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;É verdade, é época de frequências... Elas andem aí... Não sabia o que postar, e como tamos na época dos quebra-cabeças, guerras, revoluções, paidéias, e afins, decidi postar esta "oração do estudante".. Tem uma certa piada até... Goste especialmente da parte "Assim como perdoamos a existência dos nossos professores........ Mas livrai-nos da reprovação..." lol Aproveito claro pa desejar boa sorte a tds os que tão em épocas de frequências e claro em especial aos meus friends de curso... Por aki fico, vou voltar a infiltrar-me nas revoluções... Comentem praí.. * * Beijão * * &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110684836290497399?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110684836290497399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110684836290497399' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110684836290497399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110684836290497399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/verdade-poca-de-frequncias.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110684750592038093</id><published>2005-01-27T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:30:02.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/sofrer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/sofrer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... Contrariando (ou não) o título do meu blog "Sabendo sofrer, sofre-se menos" cá tou eu a dizer que tou cansada de sofrer... Pois, não é mentira nenhuma... Tou mesmo cansada... Chega a uma certa altura em que depois de tanto enchermos o copo ele acaba por transbordar... Mas que é que se há-de fazer? lol "Life is like this".. Às vezes não digo nada de jeito pois não? Eu sei... lol Vou mas é estudar que isso sim, é o que de melhor eu faço.... * * *&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110684750592038093?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110684750592038093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110684750592038093' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110684750592038093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110684750592038093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/pois.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110678225743154779</id><published>2005-01-26T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:35:48.573Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Diapositivo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Diapositivo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pularam... Saltaram... Comemoraram.... Xoraram... Enfim, tentaram... lol Noite negra pros adeptos Sportinguistas! Tadinhos... E porque nunca se canta vitória antes do tempo... E porque os tiros do Simão também podem ser fatais... E porque há sempre um Carlos Martins a falhar uma grande penalidade... E porque a maior farsa futebolística (Liedson óbviamente) afinal não resolve... Por tudo isto e muito mais... SLB!!! Grande espetáculo de futebol e sem dúvida alguma grande vitória, sofrida mas merecida!! Os meus sinceros pêsames a todos os Sportinguistas.. lol Verdinhos, a taça já é apenas uma miragem pra vocês... Hasta la vista... Lagartos!! SLB 4 Ever!!! "Só eu sei.. Porque sou do Benfica!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110678225743154779?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110678225743154779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110678225743154779' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110678225743154779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110678225743154779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/pularam.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110632620177002966</id><published>2005-01-21T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-21T17:01:35.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/porsol.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 426px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 293px" height="234" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/porsol.1.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se a vida te tira algo e te faz sentir como se o mundo tivesse acabado, como se sentisses que por momentos o chão que pisas desaba e ficas sem defesas que te possam proteger... Como se um sentimento de angústia e de impotência te invadisse...&lt;br /&gt;Luta e pensa que enquanto vives nada está perdido, e se umas coisas se vão outras vêm... (Quase) Nada nesta vida é eterno, nem mesmo aquela flor tão linda plantada no jardim, pois ela acabará por morrer.. (Quase) Todas as coisas têm um fim, tudo o que nasce mais cedo ou mais tarde morre.. Por isso não devemos fechar as portas ao amor, mas sim abri-las, abrir o coração e deixar o amor entrar.. De que nos vale vivermos presos a algo que não faz sentido? Nada. Por isso, por mais que a viagem seja feita de contratempos eu vou lutar, vou caminhar em busca da minha felicidade, nem que o chão que eu pise esteja coberto de vidros que me rasguem a pele, pois o sangue que eu derramar será as marcas de um sacrifício que será recompensado.. E sei que no fim dessa viagem vai lá estar alguém de braços abertos prontos pra me receber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando o amor te acena deves segui-lo, ainda que os seus caminhos sejam difíceis e intrincados" (Kahlil Gibran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;By: RalphGirl (21-01-05)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110632620177002966?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110632620177002966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110632620177002966' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110632620177002966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110632620177002966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/se-vida-te-tira-algo-e-te-faz-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110590401851124060</id><published>2005-01-16T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:41:21.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando o azar decide bater à minha porta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/acidente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/acidente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Aqui tou eu, após alguns dias de "ausência"...&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, a minha semana foi maravilhosamente boa (ironicamente falando claro)... Eu nem tenho palavras pra exprimir o quanto adorei esta semana... Enfim! Como grande sortuda que sou, sim, porque a mim até já só falta sair o euromilhões, já não bastava a sorte que me tem acompanhado nestes últimos tempos ainda tinha que ser contemplada com um magnífico acidente.. Ah sorte do crl.. Será que eu fiz mal a alguém pra ser assim castigada?! Será que as pessoas já não sabem andar na rua sem me chatear?! Será que não é proibido comprar a carta de condução sem a devida instrução?! Será?! As vezes parece que o mundo se uniu contra mim.. Dasse! Dia 13, só podia ser... Ainda eu acreditava que 13 não era sinónimo de azar... Talvez daqui pra frente comece a mudar de opinião em relação a isso e a andar a pé em dias como esse.. Não vá uma velha maluca aparecer de novo pra me estragar o dia.. e a semana... e lixar-me a cabeça..&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, talvez por um pouco de sorte esquecida, as coisas podiam ter sido piores e as nódoas negras podiam ter-se transformado num mal muito maior, valeu o meu "instinto" ou quem sabe algo que nem eu sei explicar... Pois é.. Podia ter ficado como o infeliz da imagem... Felizmente apesar dos pesares aqui tou eu, intacta! Não tenho muito mais pra contar, as coisas boas que aconteceram guardo pra mim, claro... E por aqui me fico, na esperança de ter uma semana melhor, sem acidentes nem incidentes... Beijo pra todos, especialmente praqueles que se preocuparam cmg...&lt;br /&gt;P.s.- cris, desculpa ter-te preocupado daquela forma, mas tinha que te justificar o meu atraso e por consequência a minha ausência...ah, cm por enquanto tou sem pópó terás que me levar pras festas ;) pois é, agora tb és condutora :) o msm se aplica a ti su, ag é a vossa vez de me guiarem... :P tou a sonhar mt né? eu sei.. as frequências perseguem-nos... mas n faz mal, a gente dps vinga-se.. * * * bjinho * * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9264433-110590401851124060?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110590401851124060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110590401851124060' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110590401851124060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110590401851124060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/quando-o-azar-decide-bater-minha-porta.html' title='Quando o azar decide bater à minha porta...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110555250843503342</id><published>2005-01-12T17:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:06:29.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Há que ter cuidado né? E claro por xs tb há que inventar umas desculpas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/ehehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/ehehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110555250843503342?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110555250843503342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110555250843503342' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110555250843503342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110555250843503342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/h-que-ter-cuidado-n-e-claro-por-xs-tb.html' title='Há que ter cuidado né? E claro por xs tb há que inventar umas desculpas...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110555252016114367</id><published>2005-01-12T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:04:36.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Já não restam dúvidas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/crebro%20de%20homem.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/crebro%20de%20homem.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110555252016114367?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110555252016114367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110555252016114367' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110555252016114367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110555252016114367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/j-no-restam-dvidas.html' title='Já não restam dúvidas...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110555245267200640</id><published>2005-01-12T17:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:09:59.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem não tá bem com aquilo que tem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/viagra....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/humor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110555249491251136?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110555249491251136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110555249491251136' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110555249491251136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110555249491251136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/e-eu-que-pensava-que-as-rvores-eram-to.html' title='E eu que pensava que as árvores eram tão inocentes...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110547565908657422</id><published>2005-01-11T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:46:18.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Os efeitos de uma loira... &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/diver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/diver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110547565908657422?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110547565908657422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110547565908657422' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110547565908657422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110547565908657422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/os-efeitos-de-uma-loira.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110539837748533586</id><published>2005-01-10T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:26:36.143Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/abraco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/abraco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Passamos a amar, não quando encontramos a pessoa perfeita mas quando aprendemos a ver perfeitamente uma pessoa imperfeita&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110539837748533586?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110539837748533586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110539837748533586' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110539837748533586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110539837748533586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/passamos-amar-no-quando-encontramos.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110529389947962794</id><published>2005-01-09T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:09:31.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/sdds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/sdds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Há sempre alguém que nos diz tem cuidado..&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre alguém que nos faz pensar um pouco..&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre alguém que nos faz falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Há....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saudade...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110529389947962794?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110529389947962794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110529389947962794' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110529389947962794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110529389947962794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/h-sempre-algum-que-nos-diz-tem-cuidado.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110514321512578027</id><published>2005-01-08T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:38:39.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Heavy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/f579032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/f579032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to fly away but it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;And every breath I take gives birth to deeper sighs&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment I am weak&lt;br /&gt;So it's hard for me to speak&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're underneath the same blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could paint a picture of this melody&lt;br /&gt;It would be a violin without its strings&lt;br /&gt;And the canvas in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sings the songs I left behind&lt;br /&gt;Like pretty flowers and a sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;So come and free me&lt;br /&gt;It's so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And I've tasted pain&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would touch an angel's wings&lt;br /&gt;There's a journey in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard for me to hide&lt;br /&gt;Like the ocean at the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;So come and free me&lt;br /&gt;It's so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, can you find me in the darkness, and love,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;There's a journey in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard for my to hide&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd touch an angel's wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Anastacia)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110514321512578027?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110514321512578027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110514321512578027' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110514321512578027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110514321512578027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/heavy-on-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110505337011406326</id><published>2005-01-06T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:14:13.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/My-One_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/My-One_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O beijo que nunca foi dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esse que molha meus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desperta meus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se iguala a um dia de verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cujo calor vai despertando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dura o termo de um breve instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muitas vezes esse toque declina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seguindo seu rumo como a natureza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Só nosso desejo, por ser eterno, não se acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nem a posse do teu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De impôr minha presença não se orgulha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois que, ficar contigo é o que desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enquanto o dia insistir em terminar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meus lábios hão de te procurar..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110505337011406326?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110505337011406326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110505337011406326' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110505337011406326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110505337011406326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/o-beijo-que-nunca-foi-dado-esse-que.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110496805060455176</id><published>2005-01-05T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:03:01.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Cada lugar teu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/122crt_I%20love%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/122crt_I%2520love%2520you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sei de cor cada lugar teu&lt;br /&gt;Atado em mim, a cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;Tento entender o rumo que a vida nos faz tomar&lt;br /&gt;Tento esquecer a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Guardar só o que é bom de guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim protege o que eu te dou&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso em ti e dou-te o que de melhor eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter defesas que me façam falhar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse lugar mais dentro&lt;br /&gt;Onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica em mim que hoje o tempo dói&lt;br /&gt;Como se arrancassem tudo o que já foi&lt;br /&gt;E até o que virá e até o que eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que vais guardar e abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu te dei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo nos leve pra longe de nós&lt;br /&gt;E que um dia o tempo pareça perdido&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se desfaça num gesto só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou guardar cada lugar teu ancorado em cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;E hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou chegar contigo onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar... "&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110496805060455176?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110496805060455176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110496805060455176' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110496805060455176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110496805060455176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/cada-lugar-teu.html' title='Cada lugar teu...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110495817002781292</id><published>2005-01-05T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:49:30.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/caminhar.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/caminhar.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, certamente saberia como caminhar sem tropeçar... &lt;br /&gt;As lesões que o tempo nos traz, &lt;br /&gt;saberia como evitar.. &lt;br /&gt;Seria sem dúvida um caminhar sem dores, &lt;br /&gt;sem marcas do passado..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110495817002781292?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110495817002781292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110495817002781292' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110495817002781292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110495817002781292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/hoje-certamente-saberia-como-caminhar.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110427881494054696</id><published>2004-12-29T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:10:26.593Z</updated><title type='text'>I hope you don't mind.. That I put down in "words", how wonderful life is while you're in the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110427881494054696?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110427881494054696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110427881494054696' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110427881494054696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110427881494054696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hope-you-dont-mind-that-i-put-down.html' title='I hope you don&apos;t mind.. That I put down in &quot;words&quot;, how wonderful life is while you&apos;re in the world...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110419073246006113</id><published>2004-12-27T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:44:46.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams come true (or not)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/ClaudiaMontagemB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/ClaudiaMontagemB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque de facto o sonho comanda a vida...&lt;br /&gt;...Vale sempre a pena sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o sonho não se torne realidade..&lt;br /&gt;...Sonhar é viver...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de facto um enorme gosto (pralém do meu curso claro) pelo "mundo dos aviões" e pra kem (ainda) não sabe um dos meus sonhos passa por ser "Hospedeira de Bordo"...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia poderei concretizá-lo (ou não) e me encontram lá nos ares a voar entre as nuvens... Eu sinceramente espero que sim, embora tenha noção que ser enfermeira e ter a minha vida privada já será ("um pouco") dificil, e pra mais com dois sonhos desta dimensão seria ainda mais complicado (mas nada que não se possa tentar)... "Quem corre por gosto não cansa"&lt;br /&gt;Lutando tudo se consegue, até mesmo o que algum dia nos pareceu impossível...&lt;br /&gt;E não será a perda de uma pessoa que eu gostava muito (que infelizmente morreu na queda de um avião (ao fazer o lugar de uma colega de trabalho que não podia ir trabalhar nesse dia) naquela que, por ironia do destino ou não, seria a sua última viagem como Hospedeira de Bordo, (sim, dp dessa viagem ia deixar o "Mundo dos aviões" pra cuidar do filho que tinha nascido à menos de um ano...) que me faz gostar menos desse tal "mundo"... Faz sim pensar cada vez mais que esta vida é feita de injustiças... Mas pronto.&lt;br /&gt;E porque o sonho comanda mesmo a vida, vale e sempre valerá a pena sonhar... Mas sempre com os pés bem assentes na Terra, não vá o trambolhão ser grande...&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui fico... * * * * &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110419073246006113?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110419073246006113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110419073246006113' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110419073246006113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110419073246006113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/dreams-come-true-or-not.html' title='Dreams come true (or not)...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110418127365633616</id><published>2004-12-27T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:01:13.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/lost%20in%20thoughts.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/lost%20in%20thoughts.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E porque alguém me disse k o meu post anterior é demasiado privado pa comentar..&lt;br /&gt;...E porque ando perdida em pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque já não sei o k "postar"...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque de facto hoje (até) me apetece "postar alguma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque eu já devia tar a estudar Anatomia e não estou...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque por vezes (mtas vezes) não digo coisa com coisa...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque neste momento é mesmo isso k tá a acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque lembrei-me desta foto k "nem pareço eu"...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque "se eu pudesse" faria tanta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque como não posso fazer nada do k eu kria limito-me a fazer destas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque eu quero agradecer às pessoas k comentam no meu blog...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque hoje me apetece mandar um beijo especial a todos os meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque espero k vocês comentem o meu blog...&lt;br /&gt;...E por tudo isto e muito mais eu deixo aki este post (dah ou não)...&lt;br /&gt;...E porque não tenho mais nada a dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Comentem praí e.... Portem-se bem (ou mal) mas sempre com estilo..&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *  Cláudia&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110418127365633616?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110418127365633616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110418127365633616' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110418127365633616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110418127365633616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_110418127365633616.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110417219940868882</id><published>2004-12-27T18:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-12-27T19:07:14.726Z</updated><title type='text'>To Someone Special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110417219940868882?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110417219940868882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110417219940868882' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110417219940868882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110417219940868882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-someone-special.html' title='To Someone Special...'/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110376536299268131</id><published>2004-12-23T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-23T02:00:39.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/christmas.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/christmas.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And what have you done&lt;br /&gt;Another year over&lt;br /&gt;And a new one just begun&lt;br /&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have fun&lt;br /&gt;The near and the dear ones&lt;br /&gt;The old and the young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it's a good one&lt;br /&gt;Without any fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Ho Ho.. (Ho Ho Ho o crl, Ho Ho Ho faz o pai natal!) lolol&lt;br /&gt;I just came here to wish you all a very merry christmas..&lt;br /&gt;A todos os meus amigos e conhecidos desejo um santo natal&lt;br /&gt;com muita paz, amor, saúde e alegria.. K o pai natal vos traga&lt;br /&gt;muitas prendinhas e k n fike entalado na vossa chaminé.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;E porque 2004 já está a acabar aproveito tb pra desejar a todos&lt;br /&gt;um Feliz 2005, k entrem todos com o pé direito (mas n tropecem..)&lt;br /&gt;lol e k o melhor de 2004 seja o pior de 2005... K todos os vossos&lt;br /&gt;desejos se realizem... e os meus também... :) Bebam mt pra eskecerem&lt;br /&gt;as mágoas do passado k eu tb o farei... Mas atenção, n exagerem pk cm&lt;br /&gt;vou beber mais do k vocês n posso prestar cuidados de saúde.. :P&lt;br /&gt;E.... Façam o favor de serem felizes!!!&lt;br /&gt;São estes os meus sinceros votos pra todos vocês k me têm acompanhado.. Beijinhos natalícios, Cláudia. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110376536299268131?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110376536299268131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110376536299268131' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110376536299268131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110376536299268131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-christmas-so-this-is-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110376295920282366</id><published>2004-12-23T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:49:19.203Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/w_tropical%2520romance.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/w_tropical%2520romance.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Underneath your clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a song&lt;br /&gt;Written by the hands of god&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong cause&lt;br /&gt;This might sound to you a bit odd&lt;br /&gt;But you own the place&lt;br /&gt;Where all my thoughts go hiding&lt;br /&gt;And right under your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Is where I find them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath Your Clothes&lt;br /&gt;There's an endless story&lt;br /&gt;There's the man I chose&lt;br /&gt;There's my territory&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For being such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the smart ways to lie&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of reasons to cry&lt;br /&gt;When the friends are gone&lt;br /&gt;When the party's over&lt;br /&gt;We will still belong to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath Your Clothes&lt;br /&gt;There's an endless story&lt;br /&gt;There's the man I chose&lt;br /&gt;There's my territory&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For being such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than all that's on the planet&lt;br /&gt;Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's so funny&lt;br /&gt;You almost don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;As every voice is hanging from the silence&lt;br /&gt;Lamps are hanging from the celing&lt;br /&gt;Like a lady tied to her manners&lt;br /&gt;I'm tied up to this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath Your Clothes&lt;br /&gt;There's an endless story&lt;br /&gt;There's the man I chose&lt;br /&gt;There's my territory&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For being such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110376295920282366?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110376295920282366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110376295920282366' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110376295920282366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110376295920282366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/underneath-your-clothes-youre-song.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110244255472111462</id><published>2004-12-07T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:02:34.720Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/aniversario07.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/aniversario07.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é.. Hoje é o meu dia.. :D Por isso msm n podia deixar de postar aki algo em homenagem a mim mesma.. Mais um anito, mais responsabilidade, e mais juizo (espero eu.. lolol)... Já lá vão 20 e ainda parece k foi ontem k vim ao mundo.. Kria desta forma agradecer aos meus amigos k se lembraram de mim neste dia k todos dizem ser especial, e por me terem cantado os parabéns em plena faculdade (coisa k para uma pessoa timida cm eu envergonha tantooo.. lol). Mas tirando o facto de ter ficado envergonhada gostei mt.. :D E tou mt contente pk recebi um presente mt bom, a frekuência de bioquimica correu mt mt bem (tb ao k estudei..lol). :) E por aki me fico.. Comentem praí.. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110244255472111462?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110244255472111462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110244255472111462' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110244255472111462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110244255472111462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/pois.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110175236141292151</id><published>2004-11-29T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:19:21.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/claud2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/claud2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Tal cm disse, e pk o tempo NÃO volta MESMO atrás, vale bem a pena recordar (diga-se de passagem já com alguma nostalgia) alguns dos meus momentos de infância... Modéstia à parte eu até era uma xavalita fofinha.. :) E pronto, aki tá um quadro infantil feito em cima do joelho, mas por falta de tempo tem msm k ser assim.. Comentei prai... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110175236141292151?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110175236141292151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110175236141292151' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110175236141292151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110175236141292151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110165805329601032</id><published>2004-11-28T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:22:23.150Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/CAMV8H2N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/CAMV8H2N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conversa de messenger sobre suposto download ilegal de música:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:17] (S) Crys..: recebi um de la a dizer que eu tinha feito um download ilegal :S&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:21] (S) Crys..: é tudo tolo&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:23] (S) Crys..: lol&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:32] *Cláudia* ht: eu tb recebi&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:37] *Cláudia* ht: mas isso é verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:45] (S) Crys..: hein?&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:47] *Cláudia* ht: tou c um pc de medo&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:49] (S) Crys..: eu n fiz nada!!&lt;br /&gt;[23:31:55] *Cláudia* ht: pk andam a apanhar as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:05] *Cláudia* ht: e esse mail é d um tribunal&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:09] (S) Crys..: ai&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:14] (S) Crys..: eu n fiz nada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:18] (S) Crys..: tou inocente&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:19] (S) Crys..: :S&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:21] *Cláudia* ht: mas s eles t mandaram&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:29] *Cláudia* ht: é pk fizest algum download k n devias&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:46] (S) Crys..: mas aos anos que nao ia ao liquidgenerartion&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:53] *Cláudia* ht: o melhor k temos a fazer vai ser msm deixar d ter net&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:03] *Cláudia* ht: pk enkuanto tivermos net vêm a procura&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:09] (S) Crys..: achas?&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:11] (S) Crys..: fogo&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:14] (S) Crys..: agr assustei-me&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:16] *Cláudia* ht: tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:25] *Cláudia* ht: pela ligaçao da net eles vêm d onde és&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:29] (S) Crys..: exacto&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:30] *Cláudia* ht: até pk tens um ip&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:37] (S) Crys..: ya eu sei&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:45] *Cláudia* ht: dá cadeia essa cena&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:51] *Cláudia* ht: e eles tão msm a apertar&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:56] *Cláudia* ht: tou c medo&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:00] (S) Crys..: tb eu&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:03] (S) Crys..: agr assustei-me&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:14] *Cláudia* ht: pk já m disseram k vieram buscar um gajo do porto&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:24] (S) Crys..: quem te disse isso?&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:27] *Cláudia* ht: e o gajo foi logo preso&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:38] *Cláudia* ht: foi um gajo keu conheço k me disse&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:46] (S) Crys..: oh fogo&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:53] (S) Crys..: tou a tilintar&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:56] (S) Crys..: que vais fazer?&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:04] *Cláudia* ht: vou deitar a net abaixo&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:16] *Cláudia* ht: no fim do mês&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:22] (S) Crys..: como vais fazer isso?&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:34] *Cláudia* ht: ligo pa netcabo e digo k n kero ter mais net&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:38] *Cláudia* ht: e n ponho mais net&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:47] (S) Crys..: acho que vou fazer isso&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:48] *Cláudia* ht: pk senão vão apanhar-me&lt;br /&gt;[23:35:56] (S) Crys..: tou cheia de medo&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:05] (S) Crys..: e se puseres a net a baixo nao te apanham?&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:09] *Cláudia* ht: não&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:13] (S) Crys..: de certeza?&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:15] *Cláudia* ht: sim&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:27] *Cláudia* ht: pk eles kd vêm a tua morada vão logo a procura&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:34] *Cláudia* ht: devem ter uma ordem entendes?&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:37] (S) Crys..: ya&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:45] (S) Crys..: pronto.. ja decidi..&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:51] *Cláudia* ht: e s ainda n vieram vou sacar tds os meus dados antes k vejam&lt;br /&gt;[23:36:54] (S) Crys..: +e desta que vou estudar pa caraças&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:00] *Cláudia* ht: lol&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:02] (S) Crys..: onde?&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:03] *Cláudia* ht: tb axo&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:07] (S) Crys..: onde fazes isso?&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:10] *Cláudia* ht: o k?&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:15] (S) Crys..: sacar os teus dados&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:17] (S) Crys..: de onde?&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:23] (S) Crys..: eu n tenho dados em lado nenhum&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:25] (S) Crys..: so mm pelo ip&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:27] *Cláudia* ht: da base d dados da netcabo&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:35] *Cláudia* ht: eles tem la a morada&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:37] *Cláudia* ht: nome&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:37] *Cláudia* ht: tudo&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:39] (S) Crys..: ya ya&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:48] (S) Crys..: e se puderes a net a baixo eles apagam?&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:52] (S) Crys..: tens mesmo a certexa?&lt;br /&gt;[23:37:54] *Cláudia* ht: sim&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:02] *Cláudia* ht: dizes k keres apagar o teu nome da base de dados&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:10] (S) Crys..: vou fazer isso&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:12] *Cláudia* ht: é assim&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:13] (S) Crys..: tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:18] (S) Crys..: :(&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:21] *Cláudia* ht: tb é preciso conhecer alguem la dentro&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:27] (S) Crys..: oh&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:31] *Cláudia* ht: no meu caso da tv cabo&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:41] *Cláudia* ht: pk senão n apagam os dados assim a toa&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:43] (S) Crys..: eu n conheço e nem sei como é que faço isso&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:50] *Cláudia* ht: k net tens?&lt;br /&gt;[23:38:54] (S) Crys..: adsl&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:08] *Cláudia* ht: e tu alg vez fizest download d alg musica?&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:14] (S) Crys..: so pelo kazaa&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:17] *Cláudia* ht: xiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:19] (S) Crys..: e raramente&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:20] *Cláudia* ht: ainda por cima&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:30] *Cláudia* ht: logo o kazaa k é ilegal&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:32] (S) Crys..: n m assustes mais&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:48] *Cláudia* ht: o unico k n é ilegal é o e-mule&lt;br /&gt;[23:39:51] (S) Crys..: :$&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:01] *Cláudia* ht: k cena..&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:08] *Cláudia* ht: tens k ter cuidado&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:09] (S) Crys..: meu deus tou fdd&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:13] (S) Crys..: eu sei&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:17] (S) Crys..: e agr?&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:20] (S) Crys..: :$&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:20] *Cláudia* ht: apagast o mail?&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:24] (S) Crys..: ya&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:28] (S) Crys..: tava no lixo&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:30] (S) Crys..: e foi-se&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:45] *Cláudia* ht: mas conseguist ler o mail ?&lt;br /&gt;[23:40:52] (S) Crys..: pouco&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:01] *Cláudia* ht: tou assustada tb&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:05] (S) Crys..: tenho o coraçao a mil&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:12] *Cláudia* ht: eu vou é desligar a net&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:29] *Cláudia* ht: pk kt mais tempo tiver ligda mais facilmente m podem apanhar&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:32] (S) Crys..: tou a desistalar o kazaa&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:35] *Cláudia* ht: eiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:36] *Cláudia* ht: pa k?&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:40] (S) Crys..: pq sim&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:44] (S) Crys..: pa n ir mais la&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:45] *Cláudia* ht: ´pára!&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:49] *Cláudia* ht: lllllooooooooolllllllll&lt;br /&gt;[23:41:54] *Cláudia* ht: era TANGA!&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:04] (S) Crys..: oh pa&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:07] (S) Crys..: n m faças isso&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:09] (S) Crys..: a serio&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:11] (S) Crys..: assustaste-me&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:20] (S) Crys..: e se eu sofresse do coraçao?&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:27] (S) Crys..: fogo&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:30] *Cláudia* ht: lolol&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:30] (S) Crys..: so me gozam&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:32] *Cláudia* ht: dsculpa&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:43] *Cláudia* ht: fost a unica k recebeu o mail&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:46] *Cláudia* ht: e falast nele&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:58] *Cláudia* ht: eu lembrei-me d brincar um pc&lt;br /&gt;[23:42:58] (S) Crys..: como assim?&lt;br /&gt;[23:43:14] *Cláudia* ht: mas pensei k tinhas lido no mail k foi uma tanga feita por mim&lt;br /&gt;[23:43:17] *Cláudia* ht: é k dizia la&lt;br /&gt;[23:43:40] (S) Crys..: fdx&lt;br /&gt;[23:43:44] (S) Crys..: eu mato-te&lt;br /&gt;[23:45:48] (S) Crys..: posso matar-te?&lt;br /&gt;[23:45:50] (S) Crys..: a serio&lt;br /&gt;[23:46:13] (S) Crys..: sou sempre o alvo de gozo&lt;br /&gt;[23:46:16] (S) Crys..: xiça&lt;br /&gt;[23:46:18] (S) Crys..: so eu mm&lt;br /&gt;[23:46:21] (S) Crys..: má&lt;br /&gt;[23:46:23] (S) Crys..: :P &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S.-Pra quem n entendeu nada do k tá aki escrito, eu passo a explicar.. Isto foi uma conversa entre mim e a Cris, em k eu decidi ser mázinha e brincar um pc c ela, comentando um mail sobre downloads de música ilegal k eu lhe tinha enviado mas k ela n s apercebeu k era tanga e k tinha sido enviado por mim..&lt;br /&gt;Disse-lhe k tb o tinha recebido e k isso era msm verdade, k andavam à caça das pessoas k tinham feito downloads de músicas e outras coisas, e k inclusive prendiam essas mesmas pessoas.. Conclusão, inocentemente a Cris caiu k nem um patinho e acreditou em tudo o k eu lhe disse! lol Foi uma partida um pc má, confesso, iria ficar com remorsos pro resto da vida s ela tivesse um ataque cardíaco por minha causa.. lolol&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente correu bem e a tempo consegui dizer k era tanga, espero tb ter dito a tempo antes de teres desinstalado o kazaa.. Cris, brigada pelas gargalhadas imensas k me proporcionaste, e desculpa s te fiz ficar com medo, mt medo.. Apesar disso aceitast bem a brincadeira, o k me aliviou mto.. :) Beijinhos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110165805329601032?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110165805329601032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110165805329601032' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110165805329601032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110165805329601032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/conversa-de-messenger-sobre-suposto.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110159314851277793</id><published>2004-11-27T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:46:35.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/kjoko.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/kjoko.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amor que dura mais tempo é aquele que nunca é correspondido..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110159314851277793?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110159314851277793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110159314851277793' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110159314851277793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110159314851277793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/o-amor-que-dura-mais-tempo-aquele-que.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110158618610103318</id><published>2004-11-27T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-27T20:09:46.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/blog%20roupa.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/blog%20roupa.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110158618610103318?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110158618610103318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110158618610103318' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110158618610103318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110158618610103318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110151320263434908</id><published>2004-11-26T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-27T12:10:12.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/maos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/maos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando me recordo&lt;br /&gt;Desse corpo sobre o meu&lt;br /&gt;O tempo desvanece&lt;br /&gt;Num momento que é só teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e nada mais interessa saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te ficar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Para que o tempo em nós regresse para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que regressas&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o beijo que se deu&lt;br /&gt;Enrolada no teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a Terra amar a cor do Céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e nada mais interessa saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te ficar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Para que o tempo em nós regresse para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por entre as formas que criei&lt;br /&gt;Procuro em ti abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Atrás da vida que sonhei contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua mão..." &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110151320263434908?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110151320263434908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110151320263434908' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110151320263434908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110151320263434908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/quando-me-recordo-desse-corpo-sobre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110116574366315322</id><published>2004-11-22T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:22:23.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Moonlight02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Moonlight02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite ao luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sinto-me longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;Fui levada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão grande o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parti o espelho&lt;br /&gt;Que mostrava a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Senti no peito o teu furacão&lt;br /&gt;Feri o medo&lt;br /&gt;Que havia dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ao pensar que alguma vez eu te perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sofri&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixei de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei presa&lt;br /&gt;Através do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu senti&lt;br /&gt;O calor dos teus lábios, e os meus&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite ao luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve! Esta noite eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;E gritei perdidamente&lt;br /&gt;A dor ficou e eu bem sei&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha alma é carente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou talvez alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo rejeitou&lt;br /&gt;Tu és talvez &lt;br /&gt;Um grande sonho que passou&lt;br /&gt;Será que é muito pedir-te por favor&lt;br /&gt;Pois só te peço que me dês o teu amor.."&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110116574366315322?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110116574366315322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110116574366315322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116574366315322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116574366315322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/numa-noite-ao-luar-sinto-me-longe-de.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110116524837060465</id><published>2004-11-22T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:14:08.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/por%2520do%2520sol%255B1%255D.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/por%2520do%2520sol%255B1%255D.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu peço ao vento que transporte&lt;br /&gt;Como o pólen de uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Palavras meigas e doces&lt;br /&gt;Que se dirigem a um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa depressa&lt;br /&gt;E eu tenho de a acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Nessa pessoa que eu quero amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;A pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Destinada a não ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Só para te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele dia em que te vi&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração parou&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que senti&lt;br /&gt;Pois o passado já passou&lt;br /&gt;Agora que eu estou ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;O futuro há-de vir&lt;br /&gt;E o amor que existe entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Terá razões para sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;A pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Destinada a não ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Só para te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-te"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110116524837060465?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110116524837060465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110116524837060465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116524837060465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116524837060465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/eu-peo-ao-vento-que-transporte-como-o.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110116446559160605</id><published>2004-11-22T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:01:05.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Enfermagem.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Enfermagem.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não podia deixar de ser tinha que fazer referência à minha grande grande paixão.. O meu curso.. Pois é, Enfermagem é msm a maior paixão da minha vida... Graças a essa minha adoração tou a viver momentos únicos e lindos.. Graças a ela encontrei pessoas maravilhosas e que trago no coração cada dia que passa... E sei que esses momentos vão durar desde a praxe até ao último dia do curso.. Agradeço aos meus amigos por me proporcionarem esses bons momentos.. Pra todos vocês um grande beijo :) E nunca se esqueçam.. Enfermagem é quem manda aqui!! :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110116446559160605?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110116446559160605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110116446559160605' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116446559160605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116446559160605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/como-no-podia-deixar-de-ser-tinha-que.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110116170643048753</id><published>2004-11-22T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:15:06.430Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Img00005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Img00005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este post é uma homenagem à minha "paixaumm" pikinita. :D Juanita, vou deixar esta foto nossa pa que faças um texto pra ela, já que os meus poemas não são fantásticos (lá tou eu a pensar na nossa kerida prof..) por falar nisto, nem contei mas... Já sonhei com a "PAIDEIA"!!! Dá pra acreditar?! Mas é msm verdade.. Com muito carinho, beijos fofinhos. Dorut :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110116170643048753?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110116170643048753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110116170643048753' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116170643048753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110116170643048753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/este-post-uma-homenagem-minha-paixaumm.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110107699804629253</id><published>2004-11-21T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:43:18.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Digitalizar0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Digitalizar0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto é do Verão, de passearmos de prancha na mão, saltarmos e rirmos na praia, de nadar e apanhar um escaldão.. E ao fim do dia, bem abraçados a ver o por do solllll... :D Ai que saudades que eu tenho destes maravilhosos dias de verão e de tar na praia, em boa companhia claro... ;) Verão volta que estás perdoado..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110107699804629253?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110107699804629253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110107699804629253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110107699804629253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110107699804629253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/eu-gosto-do-vero-de-passearmos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110106477712655284</id><published>2004-11-21T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:19:37.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/1024/coraao1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/coraao1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hora mais triste do amor é descobrir k ele deve morrer e nao temos força pra matá-lo..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110106477712655284?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110106477712655284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110106477712655284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106477712655284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106477712655284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/hora-mais-triste-do-amor-descobrir-k.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110106464766225855</id><published>2004-11-21T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:17:27.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/love_romance_7_jpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/love_romance_7_jpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pediram-me para de Amor falar&lt;br /&gt;Algo que a mim não se devia pedir&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que é mais dificil falar que sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pediram-me para de Amor falar&lt;br /&gt;Como gostava agora de ser o Camões&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha o dom de nos maravilhar&lt;br /&gt;Com os desígnios dos nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem vários tipos de Amor&lt;br /&gt;Oiço por vezes alguém dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu só quero sentir o calor&lt;br /&gt;Daquele que me faz viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes está aqui tão perto &lt;br /&gt;Outras nem se lhe pode chegar&lt;br /&gt;Mas dele quero estar coberta&lt;br /&gt;Quando a luz da manhã chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o poeta tivesse razão&lt;br /&gt;Mas até agora estou em saber &lt;br /&gt;Se queima mais a alma ou o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já por muitos sítios andei&lt;br /&gt;E algo te posso garantir&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado encontrei&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento do Amor a florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como ir à lua sem foguetão&lt;br /&gt;Numa viagem alucinante e atribulada&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sabendo como ficará o coração&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma aterragem forçada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma poção mágica com que me embriago&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes contra o meu próprio querer&lt;br /&gt;Basta simplesmente um pequeno trago&lt;br /&gt;Para este coração forte começar a bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes vamos por ele a passar &lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes passa ele por nós&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muito que o queiramos guardar&lt;br /&gt;No fim ficaremos sempre sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada disto me importa&lt;br /&gt;Nada disto quero eu saber&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando ele me bate à porta&lt;br /&gt;De braços abertos o vou receber&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110106464766225855?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110106464766225855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110106464766225855' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106464766225855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106464766225855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/pediram-me-para-de-amor-falar-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110106386790642778</id><published>2004-11-21T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:04:27.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Foto26.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Foto26.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras para quê.. Um dos meus lugares preferidos.. A praia de Benidorm.. Simplesmente lindo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110106386790642778?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110106386790642778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110106386790642778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106386790642778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106386790642778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/palavras-para-qu.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110106294750605725</id><published>2004-11-21T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:49:07.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Img00025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Img00025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de estudante é uma vida extremamente árdua.. Aqui tenho a prova de todo o sofrimento que passei ao longo de uma semana.. Sim.. "Empata Fodas" é mesmo o meu nome de praxe.. lol Na falta de ideia melhor.. Mas pronto, há bem piores, há kem tenha nome de doença, como condilartrose, não é Joana?! :P Uma boa recordação de uma semana divertidissima.. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110106294750605725?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110106294750605725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110106294750605725' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106294750605725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106294750605725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/vida-de-estudante-uma-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110106238323141453</id><published>2004-11-21T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:39:43.230Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Foto3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Foto3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desci até à praia. As vozes, gritos, brincadeiras pareciam vir de tão longe.&lt;br /&gt;O meu pensamento voava até junto do teu.&lt;br /&gt;Calmamente, de sandálias na mão, fui caminhando pela areia quente. &lt;br /&gt;Aquecida pelo Sol que a havia beijado. &lt;br /&gt;Cheguei junto do mar. Ao fundo, num cadeirão deitado, vislumbrei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me na areia imaginando que serias tu. Em contemplação do mar. O teu mar.&lt;br /&gt;Envolvi-me nas ondas que me beijavam os pés. Mergulhei no mar calmo.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a noção do tempo, espaço. &lt;br /&gt;O corpo ondulava nas águas. Viajava. Até ti.&lt;br /&gt;Deitado no cadeirão ao fundo da praia.&lt;br /&gt;Depositei sorrisos a teus pés. Soltei beijos doces. Salgados do mar.&lt;br /&gt;E num aceno. Parti.&lt;br /&gt;Chamaste-me. &lt;br /&gt;Senti nos cabelos o teu afago trazido pelo vento.&lt;br /&gt;A carícia da tua mão que me tocava sem que a visse.&lt;br /&gt;Contornaste o meu semblante. &lt;br /&gt;Com o olhar que vislumbrei naquele raio de sol que se escondia.&lt;br /&gt;Sorriste do teu cadeirão enquanto contemplavas as ondas que me levavam.&lt;br /&gt;Enroladas em mim. Eu, nelas estendida.&lt;br /&gt;Levantaste-te. Mergulhaste em mim de ondas vestida.&lt;br /&gt;Abracei-te em espuma branca de mar sereno.&lt;br /&gt;Deixámo-nos aprofundar um no outro. Os dois no oceano.&lt;br /&gt;O mar carregou-nos no sonho."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110106238323141453?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110106238323141453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110106238323141453' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106238323141453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106238323141453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/desci-at-praia.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9264433.post-110106151558736839</id><published>2004-11-21T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:25:15.586Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/Img00012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/320/Img00012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando eu estiver contigo no fim do dia, poderás ver as minhas &lt;br /&gt;cicatrizes, e então saberás que eu me feri e também me curei"(Tagore)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9264433-110106151558736839?l=ralphgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110106151558736839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9264433&amp;postID=110106151558736839' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106151558736839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9264433/posts/default/110106151558736839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ralphgirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/quando-eu-estiver-contigo-no-fim-do.html' title=''/><author><name>RalphGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03693048560381424660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/28/2419/640/LifeIsShort1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
