<?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-26201686</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:58:21.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-116135122514109702</id><published>2006-10-20T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T06:33:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A situação das mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/1123260016811RbcB2V2RtBV88oAIsOcqJg2MdgeXdl85Y3kSySaV.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/400/1123260016811RbcB2V2RtBV88oAIsOcqJg2MdgeXdl85Y3kSySaV.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Compromissos internacionais na área da igualdade de direitos oportunidadesentre as mulheres e homens"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;União Europeia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tratado de Amsterdão consagra a promoção da igualdade entre mulheres o homens como uma das missões de comunidade, constituindo um objectivo transversal. O artigo 13 atribui á comissão o direito de tomar iniciativas tendo em vista combater todas as formas de discriminação, entre as quais as baseadas no sexo, constituindo o artigo 141 a base legal para as medidas comunitárias a favor da igualdade de oportunidades e da igualdade de tratamento entre mulheres e homens em matéria de emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As mulheres constituem 51,85% de população.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em 1999 o produto nacional bruto(PNB)por habitante era de 2119 contos (11 265 dólares). O salário minimo nacional em vigor durante o ano de 2001 foi e 67 000$00, sendo de 64 300$00 no caso do serviço doméstico. O aumento relativamente a 2000 foi de 5,0% 7,2%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A taxa de inflação em 2000 foi de 3,1%. A estrutura de emprego por sectores de actividade, o mesmo ano, era a seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Sector primário: 12,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Sector secundário: 35,0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Sector terciário: 52,4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tradicionalmente, Portugal tem sido, ao longo dos séculos, um País com uma forte emigração, fundamentalmente por razões de ordem económica, mas também de ordem politica. Estima-se em 3.5 a 4 milhões o número de portugueses actualmente residentes no estrangeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre 1960 e 1969 emigraram 646962 pessoas, das quais 41,6% de mulheres e 58,4% homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A percentagem de mulheres nas correntes migratórias começou a ser significativa esde o inicio do século, tendo atingido o seu ponto mais alto em 1966. 48 000 muheres emigraram, ou seja, 40% do total de emigrantes. Depois de 1950, a ercentagem nunca foi inferiora 30,5%. Entre 1950 e 1988 migraram cerca de 600 mil mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apesar disso, tem sempre permanecido no país um elevado número de mulheres de emigrantes. Quase sempre residentes em meios rurais, estas mulheres assumem sozinhas a responsabilidade da educaçãods filhos, do trabalho doméstico e do trabalho da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nos anos 80 continuou a tendência de diminuição de emigração portuguesa, estimando-se que terão regressado 290 000 emigrantes. Em 1999 o número total de emigrantes foi de 28 080 dos quais a grande maioria (71,7%) são homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grau de instrução:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Homens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nenhum- 14.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Básico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 ciclo-41.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 ciclo-17.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 ciclo-10.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secundário-9.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Superior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Politécnico-1.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Universitário-4.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mulheres:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nenhum-26.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Básico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 ciclo-36.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 ciclo-12.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 ciclo-8.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secundário-7.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Superior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Politécnico-2.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Universidade-5.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* Sofia *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-116135122514109702?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/116135122514109702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=116135122514109702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116135122514109702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116135122514109702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/10/situao-das-mulheres.html' title='A situação das mulheres...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-116074619540162143</id><published>2006-10-13T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T06:29:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No cantinho da Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/ManWithGuitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/ManWithGuitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como ninguém pode negar, a arte constitui uma das actividades &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;fundamental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; para o Homem desde os primórdios da história, obtendo um sentimento comum no mundo e correspondendo às cultura e costumes de cada povo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o passar dos tempos o homem foi desenvolvendo um todo inventivo e expressivo, criou &lt;em&gt;imagens&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;formas&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;objectos&lt;/em&gt; destinados a produzir um efeito estético, elaborando obras com a intenção de exprimir &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;comunicar ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ou traduzir significados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com origem no latim &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ars&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;arte refere-se a um conjunto de técnicas e normas aplicadas à realização de uma obra com destreza e perfeição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao traduzir em formas ou imagens, objectos ou mesmo acções, uma determinada visão do universo imaginário e sensivel do artista, a obra transporta consigo elementos indispensáveis para o conhecimento do homem e da sociedade que criou. Tanto a arte como o artista são produtos da história e da cultura, e como tal, são o &lt;em&gt;espelho de uma época e de uma sociedade determinada&lt;/em&gt;. Quer de forma &lt;em&gt;directa&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;indirecta&lt;/em&gt;, a arte reflecte os &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;problemas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e os &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;anseios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, os &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;medos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;preocupações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;motivações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do homem na sua relação com os outros e com o meio que o rodeia. É este aspecto que torna a arte indissociável da história do homem no mundo. Quando realizada uma obra, ela vai ter a marca do homem, do tempo e do lugar que a viu nascer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podemos esquecer que uma obra não é apenas a representação de uma certa visualidade do artista ou a expressão dos seus sentimentos. Durante o processo de criação artistica, desperta-se espontaneamente no artista como que uma &lt;em&gt;inquietação em dominar aspectos técnicos&lt;/em&gt;, em manipular materiais e utensilios, em resolver problemas de composição e de representação e em aplicar o seu &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;estilo pessoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, aspectos que conferem à obra uma &lt;em&gt;originalidade&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;identidade&lt;/em&gt; únicas. Assim, para além de integrar conteúdos com interesse histórico, cultural e social, a obra de arte tem um &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;valor próprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A obra justifica-se em si mesma, pela sua forma, pela sua composição, pelo seu valor plástico, pela expressividade das técnicas e dos materiais empregues, adquirindo uma existência e uma presença fisica próprias.&lt;/strong&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/26201686-116074619540162143?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/116074619540162143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=116074619540162143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116074619540162143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116074619540162143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-cantinho-da-arte.html' title='No cantinho da Arte'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-116034404564515567</id><published>2006-10-08T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:52:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitulo 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/abstract-lilies2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/abstract-lilies2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/abstract-lilies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros tempos...caras claramente desconhecidas, rostos que nunca antes se tinham cruzado, olhos que apenas viam obstáculos (sem lhes dar importância) sem ultrapassar. Escolhas feitas, mal ou bem, não sei, a meu ver pareceram-me bem... opções que podem mudar uma vida sem nos depararmos com elas. Corpos ansiosos por se observarem, mãos desejosas de se tocarem...mas será? não... apenas existiam 11 ou 12 anos, com uma vida pela frente que significava isso?&lt;br /&gt;A escolha foi 'não'...o destino assim o quis e assim foi, há que aceitar as escolhas do que a nós é superior. Uma ou duas vidas seguidas em frente, por duas estradas distintas que daí a mais uns kilometros se viriam a juntar formando um só caminho... será? Ainda não vos posso responder a isso...&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida de tentativas de felicidade 'forçada' e de 'fingimento' de um futuro, outra vida sem futuros existentes alguma vez pensados, cheia de despreocupações, simplesmente com a intenção de ser vivida sem pensamentos...vidas diferentes? sim...então porque se uniram mais tarde e continuam a querer estar juntas? Também quero saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sofia*&lt;/strong&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/26201686-116034404564515567?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/116034404564515567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=116034404564515567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116034404564515567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116034404564515567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/10/capitulo-1.html' title='Capitulo 1'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-116026218315508864</id><published>2006-10-07T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:03:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/page_final_rev_p2_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/page_final_rev_p2_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/1142016869_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não suporto MENTIRAS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não suporto mentiras...não suporto ainda mais o facto de se fugir a essa mentira, fingindo que ela não existe...se pensam que ao se desligarem do mundo desaparecem tão bem enganados...elas simplesmente vão crescer cada vez mais...até ficarem cobertos dela para sempre na vossa cabeça...mentir? jamais...depois a confiança vai-se...mas atenção há mentiras e mentiras...e eu sei bem kuais as que não suporto...o que também muda de pessoa para pessoa...e....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero bem que não..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sofia* ... raiva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-116026218315508864?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/116026218315508864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=116026218315508864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116026218315508864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/116026218315508864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/10/mentir.html' title='Mentir?'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115982734099893094</id><published>2006-10-02T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:15:41.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/esperar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/esperar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even being without you...i can feel you by my side every night...in my bed...in my head...on my dreams...in my thoughts...i can hear your voice in the walls of my room...you are spread in my skin...your face haunts me...my lips feel lack of yours lips...my hands feel lack of your skin...when we talk about my feeling, i am transparent, because at this moment everyone knows about it...everyone ask me how the things are going...and i answer:good, good...yes things are "good" know...but the truth is that they could be better with you, but it is also truth that i'am feeling better now...it's been a while, things had calmed...and now i only want to think about the day i'll have you again...just for me...everyday i will count the time that lack this to happen...i know that you'll go to follow the way that you desire so much..and all days i'll pray for you to make it...although i know that it is not necessary because i know you can...i allways knew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i repeat one more time, i'll be here waiting for someone...waiting for you...because even not being here you're my man and nobody can full my heart as you can...i want to marry you...you want?i want to have kids of yours...you want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to take care of you for you to be allways good to love me as you say that you love me...truth?it's impossible to live without you...even if i wanted to, if you are everything for me...how can i live withou nothing?well i can't...so be fast...cause i'am waiting =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll wait the time that will be necessary...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YkIwAlY....forever...since 3.11.04...até SEMPRE!!! só te quero a ti ao meu lado mais ninguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sofia*&lt;/strong&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/26201686-115982734099893094?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115982734099893094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115982734099893094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115982734099893094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115982734099893094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/10/honey.html' title='Honey...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115979097942818873</id><published>2006-10-02T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T05:09:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect song for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/Imagem%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/Imagem%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/Imagem%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my last breathe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a breathe of fresh air to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi, I'm empty &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me you care for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the first thing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the last thing on my mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your arms I feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunshine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a promise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A day dream yet to come &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is upon us &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh but the night is young &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers blossom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the winter time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your arms I feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunshine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give up yourself unto the moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time is now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give up yourself unto the moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's make this moment last &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may find yourself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out on a limb for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you expect it as &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A part of your destiny &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give all I have &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's not enough &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my patience is shot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm calling your bluff &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give up yourself unto the moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time is now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give up yourself unto the moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's make this moment last &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we gave it time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All eyes are on the clock &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But time takes too much time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please make the waiting stop &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the atmosphere is charged. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In you I trust. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I feel no fear as I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do as I must. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chorus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempted by fear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I won't hesitate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time is now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't wait &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been empty too long &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time is now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tender night has gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the time has gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's make this moment last &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the night is young &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time is now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's make this moment last. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sofia*&lt;/strong&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/26201686-115979097942818873?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115953128358696736</id><published>2006-09-29T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T05:01:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my days had become clearer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my body is remained calm, but my soul is agitated...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my head tries to think, but my heart does not leave...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my legs tremble...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my arms are frozen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cannot hug you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i also can't let you go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'am trying to be happy, even without you by my side...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'am correcting my errors, even not being with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you know what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i proved that i obtain...and fuck the rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sofia*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-115953128358696736?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115953128358696736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115953128358696736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115953128358696736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115953128358696736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-true.html' title='Being true...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115947607920420300</id><published>2006-09-28T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:44:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"AGORA!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/calvin.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/calvin.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/calvin.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00...são horas de acordar!!&lt;br /&gt;começa mais um dia de aulas, mas com algo diferente...LOL&lt;br /&gt;vai a SOFIA ter com a S0FI4 (lol) à escola (Fernão mendes pinto...o pormenor lol...) para daí irem apanhar o bus da praça de espanha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota: ao ir para a paragem ao pé de casa para apanhar o bus pa escola e de la para a praça de espanha...eis k passa o bus da praça de espanha nexa paragem e a SOFIA dixe "ate já..." ao autocarro...uff era so o bus k era suposto apanhar daki a uns minutos e k podia apanhar agr k tem?!?! (começamos bem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamos nós a caminho da para paragem para a panhar para a praça de espanha e ele passa-nos ao lado.......................AAAAAAHHHHHH "CORRE! CORRE!" LOL MAS.....apanhámos&lt;br /&gt;vão as Sofias a falar no bus, olham pela janela...."onde estamos?" =O AAAAAHHHHH até que xegamos à ultima paragem, não sabiamos onde estavamos, queriamos saber para onde se ia para o museu Gulbenkian, desatámos a correr pelo autocarro até ao motorista e a SOFIA não repara naquela espécie de portinha que há à entradas dos autocarros (que por sinal não abrem ao contrario) e BUM vai contra aquilo LOLOL e não é que quando perguntamos o museu ficava do "outro lado" da estrada (tinha muitas árvores no meio não dava para ver LOL dhu)...conclusão andámos andámos e chegámos uma hora mais cedo wwwweeeee!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Fomos tomar o pequeno-almoço...e visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota: nas passadeiras tinha de se dizer à S0FI4 "AGORA!!" pa ela passar porque ela não entende o que significa aquele bonequinho verde do semáforo....LOL ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então à saida atravessamos a estrada montes de vezes e eu sempre...:&lt;br /&gt;"AGORA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"AGORA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;BIS&lt;br /&gt;BIS&lt;br /&gt;BIS&lt;br /&gt;...ETC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e paragens hein?! acho que ficámos a conhecer todas as de Lisboa só à procura da paragem onde iria passra o nosso bus de volta! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh meu Deus....que manhã...&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro de muitos dias loucos....LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-115947607920420300?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115947607920420300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115947607920420300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115947607920420300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115947607920420300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/agora.html' title='&quot;AGORA!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115936333530494292</id><published>2006-09-27T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T06:36:33.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it matter now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/wallpaper27a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/wallpaper27a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why can't things be like we want it to be...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why does it hurt so much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do i love you like this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why would i change because of you?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i would because i love you...and this is so wrong, so stupid...if i really wasn't changed i would not be here anymore to make you suffer, and i dont even would be here making me suffer...i can be crazy, but not that much...i'm not here because i feel like playing with you...i'm not here because i feel like crying...because i like to be sad, to be hurt...no...damn...they are all wrong about what they told you...no matter what people said i always were with you...and you know what they said about you...and now this is how it is...for the first time in my life i want to be strong but i can't...i'm trying...but God it's so damn hard...and no one can understand it...never...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't you see in the middle of the night my face watching you...begging you to see...i know, i know all that...we have been in love for 3 years, we passed our adolescence together, we grew up together...ok, but now we here like this....because you're afraid?...because you don't believe me? i'm not here like this because i like to! but you know what? i'm doing what you asking me to do...move away if it's what you want to...if it will make you batter then now ok.. you're the one who knows, i will take this...wanting or not...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see you...onde day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sofia*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-115936333530494292?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115936333530494292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115936333530494292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115936333530494292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115936333530494292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/does-it-matter-now.html' title='Does it matter now?'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115930752447656923</id><published>2006-09-26T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:52:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sentimento que arde por dentro..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/1157649210_f.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes o que eu gostava de fazer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passar um dia inteirinho sem ter nada a temer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque será que me fazes sentir assim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desaparecendo a pessoa que consta no meu B.I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não consigo viver a pensar onde é que errei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre pensei na palavra 'sempre'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas afinal não acertei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que ages como se nada antes existisse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é que julgas por algo que antes nunca disse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca tentaste perceber porque é que não te queria ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é que queres que algum dia te consiga perceber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes que erraste e mesmo assim não tentaste entender...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz-me do que precisas, de que necessitas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ajudo-te, preciso que me digas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não mintas, olha para mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tens a certeza que tem de ser assim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"talvez sim, talvez não" não é resposta p'ro meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não aceito indecisões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desculpa, mas isto trata-se de conclusões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo-te, tu amas-me...onde estão as confusões?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responde-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estar ou não certa não é a questão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me a usar uma máscara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para não mostrar a profunda desilusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como? Viver uma cena e agora estar no chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tentação d ete olhar mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cai sobre mim, não entendo os "porquês"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambos sabemos que está certo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambos sabemos o que queremos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que ainda assim me sentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz-me que sim, diz que me queres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz que me entendes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Sofia *&lt;/strong&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/26201686-115930752447656923?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115930752447656923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115930752447656923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115930752447656923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115930752447656923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/sentimento-que-arde-por-dentro.html' title='&quot;Sentimento que arde por dentro...&quot;'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115906234835637287</id><published>2006-09-23T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:45:48.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças.... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que falta me fazia uma saida assim...não que tenha sido uma saida anormal, fora do comum, mas foi uma saida com pessoal que já não via há muito tempo... e que ajudou na minha evolução como pessoa...pessoas que, embora já não as visse à uns bons tempos,  sempre considerei amigos...foi uma saida normal com essa diferença...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já que estou a falar dessas pessoas, aproveito para agradecer porque sem elas não seria o que sou hoje, pois estava naquela fase da vida em que se começa a criar uma certa autonomia ( mesmo que forçada) e que começamos a ter que nos desenrascar "sozinhos" e nessa fase aconteceu tanta coisa boa e má suficiente para me fazer abrir os olhos...com vocês mesmo sem querer aprendi a dar valor a muita coisa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curti bué da saida, fez-me 'lembrar' do passado, que cada dia que passa me tras mais saudade...por pensar que, embora na altura não tenha pensado assim, aí tudo era mais fácil, não tinha com que me preocupar etc etc etc...foi um bom tempo da minha vida...o que na altura eram problemas agora não são nada lol....tempos...foi bom e conheci pessoas excelentes ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sofia *&lt;/strong&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/26201686-115906234835637287?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115906234835637287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115906234835637287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115906234835637287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115906234835637287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/lembranas.html' title='Lembranças.... =)'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115901804788957525</id><published>2006-09-23T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T06:27:27.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you never call me when you're sober...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I let you fall?Lose it all?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep believing,We're only deceiving ourselves .&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of the lie,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Sick with shame.&lt;br /&gt;Must be exhausting to lose your own game.&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly hated,No wonder you're jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You can't play the victim this time,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never call me when you're sober.&lt;br /&gt;You only want it cause it's over,It's over.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have burned paradise?&lt;br /&gt;How could I - you were never mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-115901804788957525?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115901804788957525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115901804788957525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115901804788957525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115901804788957525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-never-call-me-when-youre-sober.html' title='you never call me when you&apos;re sober...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115867578759786160</id><published>2006-09-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:23:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque te amo tanto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque te amo tanto e, embora saiba que sim, parece que não reparas nisso...tenho medo...tenho muito medo...e mais uma vez volto a vir aqui escrever, escrever, escrever...e as lágrimas caiem sobre o teclado...por não te ter, quero muito muito muito o tiago..o meu Tiago x'( ...quero livrar-me deste sufoco o mais rapido possivel...não consigo viver neste sufoco pelo simples motivo, porque não sei quando isto vai acabar, não sei se demora se não, mas por outro lado não quero que nada seja precipitado...mas eu quero fazer de tudo para voltares a amar-me daquele jeito...mas se formos a ver mais do k faço não posso!ja provei mil e uma coisas...e tudo aquilo se foi!!tudo...o passado...sinto-o cada vez mais longe das minhas mãos...felicidade para uns infelicidade para outros...não consigo!!!!eu juro que tento mas o que sinto por ti é mais forte do que as minhas tentativas para não pensar em ti...em nós!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cansada...é como me sinto..por dentro por fora...tou xeia de nódoas negras por dentro...estou mais ferida por dentro que por fora...por muito que me bata em mim mesma já não sinto nada...só tu conseguirás fazer com que deixe de me sentir assim...infelizmente tudo o resto só consegue fazer com que deixe de me sentir assim por minutos...mas tu não...tu podias salvar-me...=( PORQUÊ? ....a bela da mesma merda de pergunta...a pergunta de sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se continuar com isto vou repetir-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora compreendi....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Alexia*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-115867578759786160?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115867578759786160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115867578759786160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115867578759786160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115867578759786160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/porque-te-amo-tanto-porque-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115866024129237995</id><published>2006-09-19T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:04:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/alexiaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/alexiaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que isto insiste em continuar assim? ...porque é que tudo é muito incerto..? Porque é que por vezes há pessoas k não conseguem ver as coisas como elas são e insistem em martelar em ideias que por vezes podem não ser as mais certas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que não sou exemplo muito bom para ser seguido, mas também sei o que fiz de mal e de bem...e sei que quando digo que faço, faço...e nada me faz mudar de ideias quando quero algo...neste momento quero algo...algo que um dia me fez sonhar, idealizar, rir...mas ao mesmo tempo algo que também me fez xorar, pensar evitar...bah tanta coisa, mas como em tudo na vida, há sempre um senão, há sempre o lado mau das coisas e das pessoas, simplesmente há quem lide e ultrapasse melhor e há quem não passe tão bem..depois ainda há quem passe a maior parte do tempo a agir como se "nada" fosse, e no fim, não se tratava de um nada, mas sim de um "tudo" na sua vida, bom...sentimentos, esses que nos ferem e passam rasteiras por dentro quando menos esperamos, mas a "culpa" é das pessoas que mexem com eles e tocam bem cá dentro, mesmo pensando que nunca nos tocaram no fundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas também é verdade que quando o sentimento existe, por muitas rasteiras que nos tente fazer nós ganhamos e esse sentimento manter-se-á de pé durante o tempo que lhe esta destinado, esse tempo que ninguém pode controlar, por vezes há quem o queira eliminar e por outro lado há quem o queira sentir para toda a vida...logicamente quem sofre e quem é feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o tempo aprendi que de vez em quando, mesmo que não queiramos ou não estejemos dispostos, convém abrir excepções...porque não existimos só nós, vivemos rodeados de pessoas que gostamos e que queremos que gostem de nós (amizades, amores...), mas por vezes para sermos felizes e vivermos com esses sentimentos sempre presentes há que querer e ser tolerante...e de vez em quando abrir excepções, não irmos sempre em contra aos pensamentos, opiniões e costumes dos outros, falar quando não se gosta de algo...quando falo em abrir excepções, não falo em ouvir e calar para estar tudo bem...não é isso que nos vai fazer sentir melhor, muito pelo contrário...quando a isso me refiro, falo em partilhar, compreender, aceitar, comunicar, etc etc etc...nunca mais sairia daqui com tantos exemplos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom...isto tudo...porque já compreendi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Alexia *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-115866024129237995?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115866024129237995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115866024129237995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115866024129237995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115866024129237995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/felling.html' title='Felling...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115865857054864897</id><published>2006-09-19T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:36:10.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É o que penso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/alexia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/alexia4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mais engraçado é que eu sei que "sobrevivo" a isto...e o pessoal pergunta "isto o quê?"...sim isto que sinto...que não poderei dizer o que é por um motivo muito muito simples: neste momento sinto todo o tipo de sentimentos que existem ao cimo da terra...raiva, tristeza, frustração, odio e ate alegria...sinto raiva porque não há nada que me meta mais raiva...do que tentar algo mas não haver reforços, sim porque neste momento o que não há é reforços...não tenho onde me apoiar para seguir...tristeza porque, sim verdade seja dita cai no meu próprio erro...e vivo com algo que me aperta o pescoço com tanta mas tanta força que nem me importava de ser eu mesma a sufucar-me...frustração, porque não posso fazer nada...mesmo nada para mudar algo que se esta feito esta feito...ninguém teve culpa e ao mesmo tempo todos tiveram a culpa, mas é a vida e se assim não fosse eramos objectos...ódio, porque neste momento sou capaz de dar uma "sova" a mim mesma e a alguém que passe agora por aqui (mas isto passa) alegria...vem naqueles segundos...vocês devem saber a que segundos me refiro de certeza...aquelas fracções de segundos em que o pensamento bloqueia, mas merda! porque no momento a seguir ele perseguenos outra vez e again e again e again e não descansa enquanto não nos der cabo da cabeça...mas o lado bom disto tudo é que ao fim de um tempo significativo desta andança a visão começa a mudar e aquela tristeza que havia transforma-se em força...aquelas lágrimas que insistiam em aparecer sem serem convidadas começam a secar e a nossa visão torna-se tão clara como nunca antes fora...e aí tomamos as decisões que já deveriam ter sido tomadas ...e neste momento já fiz a minha...posso amar muito uma coisa, mas deixar-me ir abaixo por ela não pode ser...isso não seria amar...a pessoa que amamos não deveria fazernos sentir assim, mas sim felizes e fortes e para ela não nos fazer sentir assim nós temos que a impedir de fazer isso e defendermo-nos e eu...vou começar desde já...vou viver!! a minha ideia de viver mudou desde à uns tempos para cá...e verdade que, em parte, graças a essa pessoa...eu vou viver, não vou ser lapa pa ninguém! vou ser lapa sim na minha pessoa...porque antes de olhar seja para quem for...tenho de olhar para mim! e é o que vou fazer...uma pessoa quando ama, ama! e se realmente ama sempre aparece! por isso só tenho de pensar que quero ser feliz e que vou ser feliz e não há ninguém melhor que eu mesma para me fazer feliz...e para isso quero começar por estar bem comigo mesma ! BEIJOS antes de qualquer outra pessoa amem-se a vocês mesmo e depois de terem carinho por vocês partilhem-no com outra pessoa! assim sim! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Alexia * =D&lt;/strong&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/26201686-115865857054864897?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115865857054864897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115865857054864897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115865857054864897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115865857054864897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-que-penso.html' title='É o que penso...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-115161349219044066</id><published>2006-06-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:38:12.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORT MINOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/fort%20minor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/fort%20minor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Where'd you go...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Where'd you go..? I miss you so...Seems like it's been forever...That you've been gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit...Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"I don't understand why you have to always be gone,I get along but the trips always feel so long,And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,But when I pick up I don't have much to say,So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I miss you so,Seems like it's been forever,That you've been gone.Where'd you go?I miss you so,Seems like it's been forever,That you've been gone,Please come back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;You know the place where you used to live,Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,But now, you only stop by every once and a while,Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,You can call me if you find that you have something to say,And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,It seems one thing has been true all along,You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,I guess I've had it with you and your career,When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-115161349219044066?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/115161349219044066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=115161349219044066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115161349219044066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/115161349219044066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/06/fort-minor.html' title='FORT MINOR'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-114769228644337055</id><published>2006-05-15T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T04:24:46.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIO MAIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/montagem%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/montagem%20blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPL simplesmente adorei este fim de semana passado com voces! Foi ineskecivel, claro como todos os outros, mas desta vez tivemos a oportunidade de dedicarmos algumas palavras à Lara, à frente de todos para todos saberem o kt a adoramos e o k ela faz por nós! assim, tornou-se especial com algumas e com algumas lágrimas pelo meio =P .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo * Alexia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-114769228644337055?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/114769228644337055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=114769228644337055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114769228644337055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114769228644337055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/05/rio-maior.html' title='RIO MAIOR'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-114599675935171938</id><published>2006-04-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:25:59.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/next%20registado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/next%20registado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedico este post a todos os membros Next...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoal ...nem sei como descrever este tempo todo passado com vocês, tem sido simplesmente perfeito.No principio da minha permanência nos grupo tudo era novo, confuso...diferente...não vos conhecia nem um bocadinho e muitas ideias tinha eu de cada um de vocês(aquelas ideias que obtemos de uma pessoa assim k a vemos pela primeira vez que nem smp é a mais certa), e agora todas essas minhas ideias mudaram...gostava de aqui agora poder dizer uma coisita a cada um de vocês, mas somos tantos que fica dificil não eskeçer alguém =/ ...haviam pessoas que quando entrei tinha uma opinião e agora tenho outra bastante diferente...e neste momento so me vem uma frase a cabeça para mencionar: Ppl vocês mudaram a minha vida! Entre muitas coisas que me fixeram de bem uma delas foi fazerem-me ver as coisas de diferentes formas e perceber cada uma delas...agr consigo olhar para cada um de voces e perceber k sem akela "rotina" (keu adoro) de treinos 3 vezes (ou 4) por semana, sem vos ver a todos...n dava, nada seria igual...espero sinceramente k kuase todos voces vejam isto, pois gostava k ficassem a saber o k sinto em relação ao grupo (a nós todos) devo muito mesmo a voces...como me ajudaram a crescer como bailarina e como pessoa =)... e devo muito principalemente a ti Lara =') thx por td. espero poder passar muitos mais momentos como o k passamos ontem no RS Bar e como todos os outros k já passámos...mais que um grupo, uma familia...e cada vez mais sinto isso. obrigada pessoal*** =')&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo * Alexia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-114599675935171938?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/114599675935171938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=114599675935171938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114599675935171938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114599675935171938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/04/next_114599675935171938.html' title='Next...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-114540178756721586</id><published>2006-04-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:09:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...=X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/hfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/hfh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why !! sometimes you can be so cool, but ....gggrrr sometimes you are so DHUUUU i hate you!!! but i love you!!! sometimes i hate the way o talk to me, touch me, look at me!! but at the same time i love the way o touch me, speak to me, look at me...kiss me!! i hate but i love...i don't! i want you but ...you're soooooo....i don't even have words to describe it!! i like you but there are times that you can really make me nervous....damn it!! i loveeeeeee youuuuuuu!! i know ..this post it's a little bit crazy...but today i feel something that a can not explain and i don't know how to describe what i'm feeling...=S there are times that i can't be with you, but i want to be...so i get insane...like this...whatever...today it's not my day...definitly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.:Desabafo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiss * Alexia   =S     NEVER MIND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-114540178756721586?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/114540178756721586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=114540178756721586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114540178756721586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114540178756721586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-of-those-daysx.html' title='One of those days...=X'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-114523122086195176</id><published>2006-04-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:48:19.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/monroeq.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="a2501cf3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Find me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that's leading me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to the place, where I find peace...again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that keeps me walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are the hope...that keeps me trusting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are the life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are my purpose...you're everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and how can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;would you tell me how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;any better than this yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you calm the storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you give me rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you hold me in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you won't let me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you still my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;would you take me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;take me deeper now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and how can I stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;any better than this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and how can I stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;would you tell me how could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;any better than this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause you're all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're all I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijo * Alexia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-114523122086195176?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/114523122086195176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=114523122086195176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114523122086195176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114523122086195176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/04/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-114521144508790775</id><published>2006-04-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:17:25.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A history...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2872/2741/1600/fdsgdsg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2872/2741/320/fdsgdsg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje vou contar uma história...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou contar a história de uma rapariga que começou a dançar cedo, aos 4 anos...começou por dançar sozinha no seu quarto, fechada...é assim que normalmente se começa, com vergonha e no silêncio. Os anos iam passando e assim era, sempre fechada no quarto sem deixar que ninguem a visse a dançar. Acabou por frequentar as aulas de dança de um pequeno ginásio perto de casa, mas acabando por sair, pois não era aquilo que procurava (voltou a frequenta-lo mas saiu novamente e não voltou). Com 11/12 anos começou a fazer espectáculos para apresentar na escola e mais tarde a preparar actuações para a festa da escola onde frequentava os tempos livres...após a sua saida dos tempos livres continuou a realizar espectáculos e para além disso a ensaiar as crianças da escola para a festa final. Aqui já tinha fundado um pequeno grupo de dança, ela e a sua amiga da escola, que na altura se chamou A4G. Continuou a realizar esses espectáculos sempre, e um dia viu actuar um grupo de dança que a deixou de boca aberta...era aquilo que queria e que sempre procurou. Entretanto através da sua amiga conhece outra rapariga com a intenção de ela entrar no grupo A4G e acaba mesmo por entrar. Após ter visto o tal grupo a dançar ela não pensa duas vezes e vai logo averiguar como pode entrar para o grupo...e consegue...uma semana após tê-lo visto pela primeira vez na vida ela consegue e até hoje o frequenta e muita coisa mudou: O seu grupo chamado A4G, chama-se agora Effective; continua a dar aulas as crianças dos tempos livros (agora diferentes claro); consegue diferentes tipos de trabalhos (na dança), que requerem mais responsabilidade; mas acima de tudo...Next é Next e os Next nunca vou deixar...essa rapariga sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: Next é o nome do tal grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto para vos fazer perceber...que não devemos desistir de nada. É lógico que ai pelo meio houve muita coisa que não mencionei desde discussões com os pais devido ao "excesso" de dança entre outras cenas, e é lógico, também, que ainda nem a meio da minha vida eu estou e que muito ainda está para acontecer, mas neste tempo que cá estou fiz tudo para chegar aos meus sonhos e aos poucos e poucos estou a conseguir o que é optimo...por isso, não pensem que é estando ai sentados que as coisas vos vão cair em cima, 1º tens de querer, depois tens de lutar por ter...eu estou a lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijo * Alexia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-114521144508790775?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/114521144508790775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=114521144508790775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114521144508790775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114521144508790775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/04/history.html' title='A history...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-114515168772172052</id><published>2006-04-15T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:41:27.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lov3..essa coisa estranha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/1600/NicolaRanaldi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/NicolaRanaldi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor...o que é essa coisa tão estranha que niguém consegue perceber? Que sentimento é esse que não nos deixa descansar um só minuto, que nos faz sofrer(ou não), que não nos deixa respirar...sim esse sentimento que TU de certeza já viveste...é um sentimento por vezes forte, mas ao mesmo tempo tão frágil que pode mandar em nós quando quer, sem escolher hora nem local. Antes de sentirmos a sensação de passar por ele(sentimento amor) sentimonos livres, sei lá...quando o amor aparece é como se tudo à nossa volta parasse, e durante muito tempo só nos e a outra pessoa existissemos...não é? Isto é tudo muito bonito, mas a questão que agora aqui se coloca é...quando é que sabemos se é amor, se vale a pena? Não sabemos...simplesmente temos que arriscar ou não...ai está a treta do amor...amor porque não és directo para nós?! e nos respondes quando te perguntamos se estás ai!? Séria tudo mais fácil...mas nada nesta vida é fácil...principalmente quando se trata de algo bom, como manter um amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso eu costumo dizer...nada melhor que a paixão para nos ajudar a achar o amor, essa sim vai ao encontro dele mais facilmente...pois em quase todas as histórias que vivemos primeiro vem a paixão, que nos atrai uns aos outros que nos faz repararmos uns nos outros e querermonos! depois já juntos e com a paixão que sentimos iremos em busca do amor e após o conseguir preservá-lo para que dure para sempre...sim, para sempre...para as pessoas que não acreditam nisso só digo uma coisa: eu sou feliz, porque acredito no amor para sempre...vocês se não acreditam não vão ser felizes para sempre porque ao não acreditarem não ajudaram a manter a chama....o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;beijo * Alexia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-114515168772172052?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/114515168772172052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=114515168772172052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114515168772172052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114515168772172052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/04/lov3essa-coisa-estranha.html' title='Lov3..essa coisa estranha'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26201686.post-114514925545171673</id><published>2006-04-15T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:12:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2741/320/hjkh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e76aa240"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="cdded394"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is just the begining of something...something i do not know...yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi...isto é estranho, pois nunca tive nada destas coisas =X lol...nunca me interessei, mas chega a uma altura da vida que muito do que não nos interessava e passava ao lado passa a ter a sua importância e razão de ser. Chega a uma altura que de alguma forma queremos dizer algo ou até mesmo desabafar, mas já nem temos ideias para nos manifestarmos...e assim temos que recorrer à maneira que, de alguma forma, nos dá mais prazer e nos faz sentir bem por dentro, e assim vim aqui parar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já comentava um amigo meu que não sabia/percebia a razão pela qual estava/pertencia a este mundo...tenho a certeza que todos nós já pensámos assim...muitos de nós ainda pensamos assim, é normal...mas também sabemos que muitos de nós já sabem a resposta a esta dúvida.Eu acho que aos poucos e poucos começo a obter essa resposta, nós não estamos cá simplesmente por estar...é verdade que muitos dos que pertencem aqui não dão valor ao que lhes foi dado...a vida. Dizia eu que achava que aos poucos começo a obter a resposta a essa questão...é verdade, pois o tempo em que os meus pensamentos eram escuros já começa a apagar-se aos poucos e poucos, começo a conseguir ver o lado positivo das coisas...começo a perceber que nem todo o mal vem à toa, como é normal e lógico existem aqueles momentos que o escuro apodera-se dos meus pensamentos por escassos momentos que não consigo evitar. Estou farta daqueles pensamentos inúteis que não nos levam a lado nenhum e que nos fazem perguntar a nós mesmo: "porquê?!" ou até mesmo "porquê...eu?" ...porque simplesmente existimos! E temos ao máximo que aprender a lidar com os maus momentos e ser mais forte do que eles...vivendo.Mas eu n chamo viver esquecermos que o mal aconteceu até porque é quase impossivel às vezes e para ser resolvido não pode ser totalmente esquecido, mas também não chamo viver ficarmos quietos no nosso canto a torturarmo-nos com o mal que nos rodeia...porque isso é morrer aos poucos.Para mim...viver é poder saborear todos os pequenos momentos que nos vão sendo dados ao longo da vida, porque nesta vida nada é dado de graça e todos lutam para ter tudo isso, e muitos esquecem de lutar por aquilo que mais precisa...a vida, que nada custa a ganhar e muito custa perder. Por isso, percebo agora que não vale a pena darmos tanta importância a algo que podemos agora ter e daqui a uns tempos não, quando algo tem mesmo de acontecer, vai acontecer de qualquer maneira quer queiramos quer não, por isso, para quê nos preocuparmos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos viver...hoje, porque amanha pode ser tarde. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijo * Alexia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26201686-114514925545171673?l=just-al3xi4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/feeds/114514925545171673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26201686&amp;postID=114514925545171673&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114514925545171673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26201686/posts/default/114514925545171673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-al3xi4.blogspot.com/2006/04/begining.html' title='The Begining...'/><author><name>Alexia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086779038619953483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
