<?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-2481909630985484344</id><updated>2012-01-31T03:19:46.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ღஜღ Black Angel ღஜღ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-204975535064778785</id><published>2007-06-11T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:07:01.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ [ Vou FiCaR oFF No BLoG PoR TeMPo iNDeTeRMiNaDo ] ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-204975535064778785?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/204975535064778785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=204975535064778785' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/204975535064778785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/204975535064778785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/vou-ficar-off-no-blog-por-tempo.html' title='[ [ Vou FiCaR oFF No BLoG PoR TeMPo iNDeTeRMiNaDo ] ]'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5536419288764433015</id><published>2007-06-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T08:46:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmrLVHC3HQI/AAAAAAAAAag/MV_Byu1eenQ/s1600-h/photo_2038783"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmrLVHC3HQI/AAAAAAAAAag/MV_Byu1eenQ/s320/photo_2038783" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074091493715025154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The L Word... poderia até ser The L WorLd. Celebramos mais uma "tentativa" de que o coming out feminino resulte não só em Liberdade (ainda bem que aqui começa com L) mas em Longevidade para os trabalhos de media que nos tornam visíveis para os outros e podem garantir-nos o direito de sermos o que somos e amarmos quem amamos. Celebramos a mesma media que poderá nos tornar invisíveis novamente, não por exclusão, mas por estarmos tão Livres de estranhamentos que seremos apenas pessoas como outras na multidão. The L Word/O Mundo L é um passo importante para tirar a idéia do vergonhoso, relacionada às lésbicas, que assombra a sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estrondoso sucesso da série, que fala do quotidiano de um grupo de mulheres que amam mulheres, garantiu a sua renovação ainda no segundo episódio da primeira temporada. Na verdade, a primeira temporada já terminou. Já começou a segunda temporada nos EUA apenas. Mas já sabemos, por exemplo, quem continuará na renovação. À parte actores e actrizes convidados, como Rosanna Arquette, Anne Archer, Lolita Davidovich, Kelly Lynch e outras que deverão aparecer em breve, o elenco fixo inicial e que permanecerá é formado respectivamente pelas seguintes personagens/actrizes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette (Jennifer Beals) e Tina (Laurel Holloman): casal comprometido e que está a tentar constituir família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shane (Katherine Moennig): é definida como “livre”, a que não se prende a ninguém e parte corações; é estilista e cabeleireira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alice (Leisha Hailey): é bissexual, jornalista, tem uma tese interessante de que a cada sete lésbicas existe um elo entre todas. Não é feliz nas relações e actualmente anda encantada por um homem-lésbico (curiosíssima definição).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marina (Karina Lombard): Marina é proprietária do The Planet, um casual dinner que é o ponto de encontro da malta toda. É definida como a “caçadora”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dana (Erin Daniels): tenista, sofre pressões para permanecer no armário, de onde quer sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kit (Pam Grier): irmã de Bette. Não é lésbica e luta contra o alcoolismo. É cantora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jenny (Mia Kirshner): escritora pretensamente hétero, noiva de Tim. Ao encontrar a caçadora Marina, acaba envolvida e muda de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tim (Eric Mabius) – bonitinho, homem... noivo da Jenny, com quem ela ia se casar até aparecer a Marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oficialmente, apenas uma delas é lésbica assumida – Leisha Hailey que vive a personagem Alice Pieszecki e que foi namorada da k.d. lang –, embora algumas já tenham feito outros papéis lésbicos: Laurel Holloman foi a protagonista do clássico Duas Garotas In Love e Mia Kirshner já protagonizou quatro papéis no contexto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo “oficialmente” porque, num chat, a actriz Pam Grier, que não é lésbica, deixou escapar que talvez existam outras lésbicas no elenco, além da Leisha, que apenas preferiram não sair do armário. Outras actrizes assumidamente lésbicas também já apareceram em papéis transitórios como Guinevere Turner, a mesma que trabalhou e co-escreveu Go Fish, a esposa da Melissa Etheridge, Tammy Lynn Michaels, e a actriz Helen Shaver, do clássico lésbico Desert Hearts. Por trás das câmeras, também temos expressivas representantes do universo lésbico, como Ilene Chaiken, produtora, escritora e criadora, Rose Troche, diretora e escritora, que tem em seu curriculum filmes clássicos como Go Fish, e a própria Guinevere Turner, já mencionada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale ressaltar que inicialmente a serie se chamaria Earthlings, uma gíria americana para pessoas “fora do contexto” (a palavra significa terráqueo). Menciono isto porque muita gente ainda pensa que são duas séries diferentes com as mesmas actrizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse inicialmente, o L Word é o maior sucesso: as actrizes vêm sendo constantemente entrevistadas; a Internet já está povoada de sites de fãs das atrizes e de sites com transcrições dos episódios e vários tipos de material relativos ao show, que são histórias baseadas nas personagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns países já compraram os direitos de exibição, mas Portugal infelizmente ainda não é um deles. Nem por isso precisamos ficar a ver navios. Temos uma iniciativa pioneira que é a lista de discussão, embora seja brasileira é muito boa:&lt;br /&gt;http://br.groups.yahoo.com/group/thelword_br/&lt;br /&gt;que oferece informações sobre o show, além de disponibilizar, em um canal de IRC, os episódios para se fazer o download. É uma lista com um grupo de pessoas. Temos informações sobre as músicas, recaps (episódios descritos sob a perspectiva de quem está contando), orientações sobre como conseguir os episódios, notícias sobre as actrizes e, até mesmo, relatos sobre o que vai acontecer nos próximos episódios.&lt;br /&gt;Juntem-se a nós. Quem não viu L Word, não sabe o que está perdendo, mas precisa saber..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmrKsHC3HPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eZXQQfPXtZ8/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmrKsHC3HPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eZXQQfPXtZ8/s400/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074090789340388594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5536419288764433015?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5536419288764433015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5536419288764433015' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5536419288764433015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5536419288764433015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmrLVHC3HQI/AAAAAAAAAag/MV_Byu1eenQ/s72-c/photo_2038783' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4659889444865855532</id><published>2007-06-05T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:54:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmnQF3C3HOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RUyZ2KH6eV8/s1600-h/ATgAAADYps3ZufaGW5e9QM8w7Jc9UKJRpvwdGmynRvinhnVhYN5pXki1FH0nSoLAzi6eB9AMSl-nWEWzl7iPjutrRpxhAJtU9VCGJuauqDSrtWcxA8U_3_5GvQ-nyA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmnQF3C3HOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RUyZ2KH6eV8/s400/ATgAAADYps3ZufaGW5e9QM8w7Jc9UKJRpvwdGmynRvinhnVhYN5pXki1FH0nSoLAzi6eB9AMSl-nWEWzl7iPjutrRpxhAJtU9VCGJuauqDSrtWcxA8U_3_5GvQ-nyA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073815254303448290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmXrQHC3HMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/kR2iBsMM7pA/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmXrQHC3HMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/kR2iBsMM7pA/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072719217304214722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4659889444865855532?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4659889444865855532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4659889444865855532' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4659889444865855532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4659889444865855532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmnQF3C3HOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RUyZ2KH6eV8/s72-c/ATgAAADYps3ZufaGW5e9QM8w7Jc9UKJRpvwdGmynRvinhnVhYN5pXki1FH0nSoLAzi6eB9AMSl-nWEWzl7iPjutrRpxhAJtU9VCGJuauqDSrtWcxA8U_3_5GvQ-nyA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4789450000570816309</id><published>2007-06-04T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:15:28.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmSO9V812eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aEKPPmWAjtA/s1600-h/_elegant_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmSO9V812eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aEKPPmWAjtA/s320/_elegant_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072336264841517538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quem sou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habitante da noite, guerreiro da causa perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Construtor de máscaras sem expressão e de vontades sem guarida,&lt;br /&gt;Resultado final do encolher de ombros que veste a nossa sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;Remetido para o apagar do dia, esquecido na gaveta da outra verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Alvo fácil de interesses camuflados,&lt;br /&gt;Peão dum jogo sem regras, figurante dum filme com o final manipulado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Afinal quem sou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um simulador. Simulador da felicidade de curta duração.&lt;br /&gt;Ausente? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não. Temporário talvez, mas sempre candidato a uma oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eis afinal quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmSOuF812dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c7LfZVO8GZc/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmSOuF812dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c7LfZVO8GZc/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072336002848512466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4789450000570816309?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4789450000570816309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4789450000570816309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4789450000570816309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4789450000570816309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflexo.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmSO9V812eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aEKPPmWAjtA/s72-c/_elegant_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7376379780625735827</id><published>2007-06-04T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:16:36.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRW71812cI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AtirAiTmOF4/s1600-h/ATgAAAAb4JLH1UXGkDhaNtd8IZIr7UJ3loWLg2IKa0PjuMtSrLLdRIlmCNZqQtIJfz0uKGy5c3oQdnPCbVxXUYAvVAoWAJtU9VCs7te_iZ6iv4-ksl8BEVzIR52y2Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRW71812cI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AtirAiTmOF4/s320/ATgAAAAb4JLH1UXGkDhaNtd8IZIr7UJ3loWLg2IKa0PjuMtSrLLdRIlmCNZqQtIJfz0uKGy5c3oQdnPCbVxXUYAvVAoWAJtU9VCs7te_iZ6iv4-ksl8BEVzIR52y2Q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072274666420558274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo em um labirinto&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há saída&lt;br /&gt;Procuro encontrar a luz&lt;br /&gt;Mas so vejo escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Fui frágil em minha missão&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou diante ...&lt;br /&gt;no labirinto sem saída.&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma esta renascendo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto minha liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;vindo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Minha tumba levantará.&lt;br /&gt;Quando isso acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;ajoelhe-se diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por que a maldição será lançada&lt;br /&gt;O mundo obscuro reinará."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRWtF812bI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PC9Le0pIWIs/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRWtF812bI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PC9Le0pIWIs/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072274413017487794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7376379780625735827?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7376379780625735827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7376379780625735827' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7376379780625735827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7376379780625735827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/perdida.html' title='Perdida'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRW71812cI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AtirAiTmOF4/s72-c/ATgAAAAb4JLH1UXGkDhaNtd8IZIr7UJ3loWLg2IKa0PjuMtSrLLdRIlmCNZqQtIJfz0uKGy5c3oQdnPCbVxXUYAvVAoWAJtU9VCs7te_iZ6iv4-ksl8BEVzIR52y2Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-3957027965249739899</id><published>2007-06-04T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:12:54.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobre Melodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRWFV812aI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bXGZsZcVHe8/s1600-h/__A_U_R_A___by_deathified_chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRWFV812aI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bXGZsZcVHe8/s320/__A_U_R_A___by_deathified_chick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072273730117687714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu andando entre mortos&lt;br /&gt;Perdida num campo de negras rosas&lt;br /&gt;Ferida por alguns espinhos, derramava meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;Sentia meu espírito me deixar alguns instantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me então perto à maior lápide&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi sussurros do vento&lt;br /&gt;Quebravam aquele silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Harmoniavam aquele momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E naquela nobre melodia&lt;br /&gt;Confusa, eu me perdia&lt;br /&gt;Negras sombras já estavam a me envolver&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração, eu nem sentia mais bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num momento repentino&lt;br /&gt;Já era finito meu desatino&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração já voltava a doer&lt;br /&gt;E as sombras começavam a desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, já não ouvia mais o vento&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim, gritavam meus lamentos&lt;br /&gt;E novamente..&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu andando entre mortos&lt;br /&gt;Perdida num campo de negras rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas estao indo embora&lt;br /&gt;sangue pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;gritos pelo ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que vou fazer&lt;br /&gt;nao sei como encontrar forças para correr&lt;br /&gt;pois quem eu amo&lt;br /&gt;está morto no chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldito aquele que viola a lei divina&lt;br /&gt;matando pessoas por pura diversão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, amor! morrerei!&lt;br /&gt;só nao quero viver&lt;br /&gt;num inferno de podridão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão minha era achar que eles tivessem alma&lt;br /&gt;que eles tivessem compaixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bando de jovens destruídos&lt;br /&gt;por uma sociedade de eterna maldição.&lt;br /&gt;Jovens assassinos...&lt;br /&gt;jovens sem alma e sem coração!&lt;br /&gt;jovens, condenados por um mesmo destino que eu...&lt;br /&gt;o destino da solidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi quem mais amei&lt;br /&gt;e em cima de seu corpo chorarei&lt;br /&gt;minha alma destruída pela vingança&lt;br /&gt;e meu coração consumido pela tristeza&lt;br /&gt;vão sempre ficar assim...&lt;br /&gt;até que no inferno te encontrarei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRV8F812ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Zz5RXwXQH6k/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRV8F812ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Zz5RXwXQH6k/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072273571203897746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-3957027965249739899?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/3957027965249739899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=3957027965249739899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3957027965249739899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3957027965249739899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/nobre-melodia.html' title='Nobre Melodia'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRWFV812aI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bXGZsZcVHe8/s72-c/__A_U_R_A___by_deathified_chick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-663913761954694489</id><published>2007-06-04T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:08:01.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRU9F812XI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QM_unA-4BmI/s1600-h/1111940992189fRUX2NBS6Nx4zFfUmjaZ16xFxpJ6RLbGAySQzXrw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRU9F812XI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QM_unA-4BmI/s400/1111940992189fRUX2NBS6Nx4zFfUmjaZ16xFxpJ6RLbGAySQzXrw.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072272488872139122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRU21812WI/AAAAAAAAAY4/D2NOWt_w8I0/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRU21812WI/AAAAAAAAAY4/D2NOWt_w8I0/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072272381497956706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-663913761954694489?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/663913761954694489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=663913761954694489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/663913761954694489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/663913761954694489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRU9F812XI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QM_unA-4BmI/s72-c/1111940992189fRUX2NBS6Nx4zFfUmjaZ16xFxpJ6RLbGAySQzXrw.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2767988934839345689</id><published>2007-06-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:05:45.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRUC1812TI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hzy65c_DDVo/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRUC1812TI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hzy65c_DDVo/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072271488144759090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me olhe como se não me desejasse.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que me deseja.&lt;br /&gt;Não finja que não me vê,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou de carne e sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha vergonha de admitir o que sente, deseje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te despertar, traze-la dos mortos com um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Você esta viva, admita.&lt;br /&gt;Fuja o quanto quiser, eu posso esperar para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Negue, minta, disfarce, recuse, mas você vai se render.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco importa onde e como, vai ser em meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite, reclame eu não me importo quando sei que quer sussurrar meu nome.&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos vai ficar mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que segure sua mão, que te abrace que te prometa a noite, a lua.&lt;br /&gt;Eu as darei a você eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe nos meus olhos e diga a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;“Eu amo você”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRUTl812UI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rE6i1IJMOU0/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRUTl812UI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rE6i1IJMOU0/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072271775907567938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2767988934839345689?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2767988934839345689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2767988934839345689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2767988934839345689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2767988934839345689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/fingimento.html' title='Fingimento'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmRUC1812TI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hzy65c_DDVo/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7028275932273944479</id><published>2007-06-03T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:04:18.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmMQpF812SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aJf-5cWBRxs/s1600-h/5454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmMQpF812SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aJf-5cWBRxs/s320/5454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071915903507355938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando eu era pequena ,sempre achava o domingo triste não sabia pq,tinha gosto de bolo sem cobertura,sentia vazia e triste.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia sempre esperar uma carta que nunca chegava .&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim sinto falta da espera.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje espero outras coisas,que o tempo só negou,talvez a carta tenha chegue;escrito que o sonho acabou que agora em frente só realidade,realidade triste,&lt;br /&gt;e quando sair do castelo rosa por favor deixe a chave na saída ,terá alguém a sua espera ,chame ela de ANNA.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez será a única amiga,a única companheira,a única que dará momentos de gloria e de profunda tristeza,talvez te acompanhe pela eternidade,ou talvez tirem ela de você.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo triste com chuva,parece os velhos domingos mais agora sem o gosto do bolo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Roubei este texto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmLMgV812QI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4_S0X_vuND4/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmCFd1812FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zKL2teK37YE/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071199928164145234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-9129161425635250095?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/9129161425635250095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=9129161425635250095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/9129161425635250095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/9129161425635250095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/06/nova-coca-cola-zero-calorias.html' title='Nova Coca-cola Zero (calorias)'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RmCFd1812FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zKL2teK37YE/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-3269397999251169601</id><published>2007-05-27T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:49:42.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlyt0l812EI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZlAYGS9yNsI/s1600-h/GrandeTristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlyt0l812EI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZlAYGS9yNsI/s320/GrandeTristeza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070118399564437570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão toma meu coração&lt;br /&gt;O ar gélido invade minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto o calor do amor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ver uma luz sequer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A imagen deste dia frio, não chega aos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois as lágrimas os regam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que queimam meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que jogam no chão minhas esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas com gosto de sangue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São sempre as mesmas lágrimas de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Infinita tristeza de fel e rancor&lt;br /&gt;Alguma estrela conhece essa dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sussuros me fazem ter medo de permanecer viva.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho pela estrada das ilusões perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe sabe o que é ser deixado na escuridão!&lt;br /&gt;Plantandp sementes de ódio, ceifo tristezas...&lt;br /&gt;Olho o pôr-do-sol para então ver o nascer da lua&lt;br /&gt;Alguém perde para outro vencer,&lt;br /&gt;Uma morte por uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;Há muitas coisas além do seus olhos podem ver...&lt;br /&gt;Durma e verá um mundo novo,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que surge nos sonhos ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Invada um desses pesadelos...&lt;br /&gt;Só então enxergará o que se passa no fundo dos meus olhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlys0l812DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UNsFhbGrVpA/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlys0l812DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UNsFhbGrVpA/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070117300052809778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-3269397999251169601?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/3269397999251169601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=3269397999251169601' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3269397999251169601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3269397999251169601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/lgrimas-de-dor.html' title='Lágrimas de dor'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlyt0l812EI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZlAYGS9yNsI/s72-c/GrandeTristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-40447488793062150</id><published>2007-05-26T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:47:53.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlhIjF812CI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Av1b0t7YXLs/s1600-h/039712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlhIjF812CI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Av1b0t7YXLs/s320/039712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068881148335478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso deixar&lt;br /&gt;Essa vida mundana&lt;br /&gt;Vou largar Todas&lt;br /&gt;As noites de bezana&lt;br /&gt;Jurei nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Beijar um porro&lt;br /&gt;Mas prometo que hoje&lt;br /&gt;O reggae não morre&lt;br /&gt;Pego no mic inspirado&lt;br /&gt;Muita nitado mas nunca atrofiado&lt;br /&gt;O som vem directo do fundo da alma&lt;br /&gt;Deixo fluir e não perco a calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um batuque&lt;br /&gt;Que eu preciso dançar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um puro som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nada me consegue atrofiar&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com vibrações positivas&lt;br /&gt;Há muito que as alegrias estão cativas&lt;br /&gt;Vou afastar todo o stress&lt;br /&gt;E fazer aquilo que me apetece&lt;br /&gt;Passo o tempo numa luta constante&lt;br /&gt;E nada disso deixa de ser importante&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso pausar um bocado&lt;br /&gt;E hoje vai passar a ser feriado&lt;br /&gt;Vou bailar até ficar tonta&lt;br /&gt;E esse som e tudo o que conta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um batuque&lt;br /&gt;Que eu preciso dançar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um puro som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma batida&lt;br /&gt;Surge um improviso&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum aviso&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma bula&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma chama&lt;br /&gt;Já apanhei o feeling&lt;br /&gt;Vou dançar com uma dama&lt;br /&gt;A vida pode ser doce&lt;br /&gt;Como um chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Põe de lado os problemas&lt;br /&gt;Ouve o coração que bate&lt;br /&gt;Um homem não é nada&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;De que vale ter o fogo&lt;br /&gt;Sem a água que ele quer?&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma batida&lt;br /&gt;Surge um improviso&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum aviso&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma bula&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma chama&lt;br /&gt;Surge o feeling&lt;br /&gt;Vou dançar com uma dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um batuque&lt;br /&gt;Que eu preciso dançar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um puro som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlhIXF812BI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7lnUnOFlF90/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlhIXF812BI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7lnUnOFlF90/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068880942177048594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-40447488793062150?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/40447488793062150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=40447488793062150' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/40447488793062150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/40447488793062150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/essa-vida.html' title='Essa vida'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlhIjF812CI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Av1b0t7YXLs/s72-c/039712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-1335364362077029190</id><published>2007-05-25T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:54:46.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem me leva os meus fantasmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlc-81812AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xMtvv9i1LOo/s1600-h/capt.sge.lrx94.170205215743.photo00.photo.default-389x274%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlc-81812AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xMtvv9i1LOo/s320/capt.sge.lrx94.170205215743.photo00.photo.default-389x274%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068589120624121858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele era o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Em que as mãos se fechavam&lt;br /&gt;E nas noites brilhantes as palavras voavam,&lt;br /&gt;Eu via que o céu me nascia dos dedos&lt;br /&gt;E a Ursa Maior eram ferros acesos.&lt;br /&gt;Marinheiros perdidos em portos distantes,&lt;br /&gt;Em bares escondidos,&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos gigantes.&lt;br /&gt;E a cidade vazia,&lt;br /&gt;Da cor do asfalto,&lt;br /&gt;E alguém me pedia que cantasse mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me leva os meus fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me salva desta espada,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz onde é a estrada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele era o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Em que as sombras se abriam,&lt;br /&gt;Em que homens negavam&lt;br /&gt;O que outros erguiam.&lt;br /&gt;E eu bebia da vida em goles pequenos,&lt;br /&gt;Tropeçava no riso, abraçava venenos.&lt;br /&gt;De costas voltadas não se vê o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Nem o rumo da bala&lt;br /&gt;Nem a falha no muro.&lt;br /&gt;E alguém me gritava&lt;br /&gt;Com voz de profeta&lt;br /&gt;Que o caminho se faz&lt;br /&gt;Entre o alvo e a seta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem leva os meus fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me salva desta espada,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz onde é a estrada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter o mapa&lt;br /&gt;Se o fim está traçado,&lt;br /&gt;De que serve a terra à vista&lt;br /&gt;Se o barco está parado,&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter a chave&lt;br /&gt;Se a porta está aberta,&lt;br /&gt;De que servem as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Se a casa está deserta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me leva os meus fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me salva desta espada,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz onde é a estrada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlc-o1811_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/8al123QVmjo/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlc-o1811_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/8al123QVmjo/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068588777026738162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1335364362077029190?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1335364362077029190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1335364362077029190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1335364362077029190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1335364362077029190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/quem-me-leva-os-meus-fantasmas.html' title='Quem me leva os meus fantasmas'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rlc-81812AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xMtvv9i1LOo/s72-c/capt.sge.lrx94.170205215743.photo00.photo.default-389x274%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5123100061877670975</id><published>2007-05-24T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:12:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jejum (NF) engorda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZT9V8118I/AAAAAAAAAVY/-sUf01sFcM0/s1600-h/KitDieta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZT9V8118I/AAAAAAAAAVY/-sUf01sFcM0/s320/KitDieta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068330743981529026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se quer perder peso, tenha em conta que a pior coisa que pode fazer é jejuar. Quando passa um longo preríodo de tempo sem comer, o corpo gasta menos calorias. Logo, além de aumentar a fome, armazena mais gordura. A melhor maneira de emagrecer e comer de forma equilibrada e evitar exageros."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZRBV8117I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JIRmSuev7w4/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZRBV8117I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JIRmSuev7w4/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068327514166122418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5123100061877670975?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5123100061877670975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5123100061877670975' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5123100061877670975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5123100061877670975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/jejum-nf-engorda.html' title='Jejum (NF) engorda'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZT9V8118I/AAAAAAAAAVY/-sUf01sFcM0/s72-c/KitDieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-134090014696803440</id><published>2007-05-24T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:58:35.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZQ0l8116I/AAAAAAAAAVI/naUqg_F87lQ/s1600-h/okay.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZQ0l8116I/AAAAAAAAAVI/naUqg_F87lQ/s400/okay.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068327295122790306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZQYF8114I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Xs3EnGp0E1o/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZQYF8114I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Xs3EnGp0E1o/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068326805496518530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-134090014696803440?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/134090014696803440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=134090014696803440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/134090014696803440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/134090014696803440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlZQ0l8116I/AAAAAAAAAVI/naUqg_F87lQ/s72-c/okay.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5662030878072709617</id><published>2007-05-24T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:33:52.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A doçura de um Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlYu118113I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Z32XzCq2iDg/s1600-h/front_jpg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlYu118113I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Z32XzCq2iDg/s320/front_jpg3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068289933202282354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido entre as asas de um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo distinguir o que é real.&lt;br /&gt;Perdido na doçura de um encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Arrepio-me ao sentir um estranho sopro em meu pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;Mas me surpreendo na curiosidade que mostra o meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Preso na tortura de uma razão.&lt;br /&gt;Vencido pelos meus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Estou preso entre doçura e lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Estou preso entre amor e ódio.&lt;br /&gt;Presos entre sorrisos e lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Amarrados por nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Que vá embora a saudade que me domina.&lt;br /&gt;Que vá embora encontrar seu destino&lt;br /&gt;E venha mais uma vez iluminar o meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Mostre-me a paz que eu vejo em meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Perdido nas carícias de um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendo-me no desejo que mostra o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto o teu sopro no meu pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendo-me ao me entregar às carícias de uma loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto em meu corpo a tortura do meu subconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;Amarrado aos braços de um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me a uma loucura.&lt;br /&gt;E que se vá as razões que ficam a me dominar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou preso na doçura de um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlYufl8112I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Zs8fvna58PU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlYufl8112I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Zs8fvna58PU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068289550950192994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5662030878072709617?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5662030878072709617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5662030878072709617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5662030878072709617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5662030878072709617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/doura-de-um-anjo.html' title='A doçura de um Anjo'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlYu118113I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Z32XzCq2iDg/s72-c/front_jpg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5125977948307697057</id><published>2007-05-24T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:37:48.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlW_O18111I/AAAAAAAAAUg/qplCU2PL4l8/s1600-h/BEAUTIFUL%2BCHILDREN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlW_O18111I/AAAAAAAAAUg/qplCU2PL4l8/s320/BEAUTIFUL%2BCHILDREN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068167217396701010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas palavras soltas ao vento&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia fico mais preso em mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Meus defeitos já sao mais visiveis&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras já nao sao mais ouvidas...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao meu redor parece estar se modificando...&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos, minhas certezas, minhas crenças...&lt;br /&gt;Meus perjurios, minhas lamentaçoes...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece nao ter sentido algum.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que nada que eu faço da certo ou nao é reconhecido...&lt;br /&gt;Porque continuar tentando?&lt;br /&gt;Porque seguir um caminho que voce já conheçe...&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos enxergam cada vez mais claros...&lt;br /&gt;Estou cada vez mais envolvido no sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;Na sua existencia..&lt;br /&gt;Que agora é minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlW-u18110I/AAAAAAAAAUY/px9ztWgNgoY/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlW-u18110I/AAAAAAAAAUY/px9ztWgNgoY/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068166667640887106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5125977948307697057?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5125977948307697057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5125977948307697057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5125977948307697057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5125977948307697057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/nada-mais.html' title='Nada mais'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlW_O18111I/AAAAAAAAAUg/qplCU2PL4l8/s72-c/BEAUTIFUL%2BCHILDREN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5350971340504526783</id><published>2007-05-23T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:17:50.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTZnl811zI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cOX-c0h5b-A/s1600-h/gothica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTZnl811zI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cOX-c0h5b-A/s320/gothica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067914754924074802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso é o elo entre a alma e o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;e tem a força de despertar no coração uma&lt;br /&gt;amizade profunda e duradoura, o começo de&lt;br /&gt;um romance, a aliança de um amor,&lt;br /&gt;ou o perdão incondicional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTMHV811yI/AAAAAAAAAUI/l1DkPXEecnI/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTMHV811yI/AAAAAAAAAUI/l1DkPXEecnI/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067899907222132514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5350971340504526783?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5350971340504526783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5350971340504526783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5350971340504526783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5350971340504526783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTZnl811zI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cOX-c0h5b-A/s72-c/gothica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-9221954892583191911</id><published>2007-05-23T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:13:44.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTKml811xI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1LBA1Gz833s/s1600-h/rosa+preta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTKml811xI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1LBA1Gz833s/s320/rosa+preta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067898245069788946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a morte&lt;br /&gt;Feche meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Apague o meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Em meu túmulo&lt;br /&gt;Nascerá uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;E em sua pétalas&lt;br /&gt;Estará escrito&lt;br /&gt;Com letras em sangue&lt;br /&gt;"Ainda te amo"&lt;br /&gt;Porque o amor&lt;br /&gt;Nunca morre&lt;br /&gt;Quando correspondido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTKGV811wI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_v7TBasfoC8/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cur&lt;br /&gt;sor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTKGV811wI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_v7TBasfoC8/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067897691019007746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-9221954892583191911?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/9221954892583191911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=9221954892583191911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/9221954892583191911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/9221954892583191911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/amor-eterno.html' title='Amor eterno'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTKml811xI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1LBA1Gz833s/s72-c/rosa+preta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-969468034271667090</id><published>2007-05-23T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:07:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Léa waiser)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTJOF811vI/AAAAAAAAATw/Hu-07znneXg/s1600-h/rosa+preta.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTJOF811vI/AAAAAAAAATw/Hu-07znneXg/s320/rosa+preta.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067896724651366130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saber perdoar sim, é um dos caminhos para o amor incondicional e para a felicidade." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTI2V811uI/AAAAAAAAATo/dkVl3IVg1p8/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTI2V811uI/AAAAAAAAATo/dkVl3IVg1p8/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067896316629472994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-969468034271667090?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/969468034271667090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=969468034271667090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/969468034271667090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/969468034271667090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-waiser.html' title='(Léa waiser)'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTJOF811vI/AAAAAAAAATw/Hu-07znneXg/s72-c/rosa+preta.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2290506638163963589</id><published>2007-05-23T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:01:01.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rito dos Zangões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTHmF811tI/AAAAAAAAATg/c6QizcsjAxI/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTHmF811tI/AAAAAAAAATg/c6QizcsjAxI/s320/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067894937944970962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verbo dos teus lábios sedutores&lt;br /&gt;arruma-se nos versos do rodeio,&lt;br /&gt;proclamando o vigor do devaneio&lt;br /&gt;que alumbra o coração dos teus amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu verbo explode virgem do teu seio,&lt;br /&gt;rendendo aplauso aos teus aduladores,&lt;br /&gt;evitando magoar tantos senhores&lt;br /&gt;que aspiram teus carinhos, teus enleios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu verbo é a primavera da libido,&lt;br /&gt;espargindo os olores das florinhas,&lt;br /&gt;sob o clamor das chamas do desejo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rito dos zangões é obedecido;&lt;br /&gt;nesse processo, tu és uma rainha:&lt;br /&gt;eu morro e gozarás nos teus voejos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTHBF811sI/AAAAAAAAATY/_TrHbSjE5hs/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTHBF811sI/AAAAAAAAATY/_TrHbSjE5hs/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067894302289811138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2290506638163963589?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2290506638163963589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2290506638163963589' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2290506638163963589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2290506638163963589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/rito-dos-zanges.html' title='Rito dos Zangões'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTHmF811tI/AAAAAAAAATg/c6QizcsjAxI/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-1173510688804910691</id><published>2007-05-23T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:54:35.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz de amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTGFF811rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_1PnO3rqQnU/s1600-h/Blood+g%C3%B3tico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTGFF811rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_1PnO3rqQnU/s320/Blood+g%C3%B3tico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067893271497660082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voz de Amigo&lt;br /&gt;É a voz do gostar,&lt;br /&gt;É a voz do alertar,&lt;br /&gt;dizendo nas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;hei! acorde...Quero te ajudar!!!&lt;br /&gt;É a voz que vem com o que precisamos ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;ler, perceber, interiorizar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando não conseguimos ler a nós mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos falta o chão, o teto, o rumo..&lt;br /&gt;Vem como um "cutucão" benigno..&lt;br /&gt;Uma sacudida,&lt;br /&gt;Um alerta..&lt;br /&gt;Uma sirene que soa o nobre sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;de luz,&lt;br /&gt;imenso cuidar..&lt;br /&gt;Vem com tanta verdade,&lt;br /&gt;mas, com o cuidado de não magoar..&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz que Deus usa,&lt;br /&gt;que vem devagar..&lt;br /&gt;Que inunda...&lt;br /&gt;Que traz alegrias..&lt;br /&gt;Que contagia..&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz de anjo,&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz de irmão escolhido...&lt;br /&gt;Presentes e presente..&lt;br /&gt;Nos dois sentidos..o de estar e, o de jóia inestimável..&lt;br /&gt;Um mestre de consciência...&lt;br /&gt;Mestre paciente para ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Ser cúmplice nas dores e alegrias...&lt;br /&gt;Mãos estendidas,&lt;br /&gt;entrelaçadas...&lt;br /&gt;Dádiva da vida...&lt;br /&gt;únicos,&lt;br /&gt;senhores do bem:&lt;br /&gt;Voz de amigo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTF2F811qI/AAAAAAAAATI/-dwbbD-ML60/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTF2F811qI/AAAAAAAAATI/-dwbbD-ML60/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067893013799622306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1173510688804910691?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1173510688804910691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1173510688804910691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1173510688804910691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1173510688804910691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/voz-de-amigo.html' title='Voz de amigo'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlTGFF811rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_1PnO3rqQnU/s72-c/Blood+g%C3%B3tico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-1968006960417814878</id><published>2007-05-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:53:49.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOQj1811pI/AAAAAAAAATA/wxknbiS4LEQ/s1600-h/x1pxzZ39wV--_cAUOLJ-Vw4XkAjofq8ANRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOQj1811pI/AAAAAAAAATA/wxknbiS4LEQ/s320/x1pxzZ39wV--_cAUOLJ-Vw4XkAjofq8ANRY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067552951174026898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz,&lt;br /&gt;revolte-se se for preciso...&lt;br /&gt;Alague seu coração de esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas.&lt;br /&gt;Se achar que precisa voltar, volte!&lt;br /&gt;Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga!&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo certo, continue.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentir saudades, mate-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se perder um amor, não se perca!&lt;br /&gt;Se achá-lo, segure-o!&lt;br /&gt;Circunda-te de rosas...&lt;br /&gt;Ame...&lt;br /&gt;Beba...&lt;br /&gt;Ria...&lt;br /&gt;O mais é nada “.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOQRl811oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ThFlYsLKipY/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOQRl811oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ThFlYsLKipY/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067552637641414274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1968006960417814878?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1968006960417814878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1968006960417814878' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1968006960417814878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1968006960417814878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando pessoa'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOQj1811pI/AAAAAAAAATA/wxknbiS4LEQ/s72-c/x1pxzZ39wV--_cAUOLJ-Vw4XkAjofq8ANRY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7076060814367594864</id><published>2007-05-22T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:47:38.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrigindo ditados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOPG1811nI/AAAAAAAAASw/lCOwUooQ78k/s1600-h/448685722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOPG1811nI/AAAAAAAAASw/lCOwUooQ78k/s320/448685722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067551353446192754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1.. É dando.............................que se engravida.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2.. Quem ri por último.............é retardado.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3.. Alegria de pobre................é impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4.. Quem com ferro fere..........não sabe como dói.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5.. Sol e chuva........................vou sair de guarda-chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6.. Em casa de ferreiro.............só tem ferro.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7.. Devo, não pago.................nego enquanto puder.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8.. Quem tem boca, fala...........quem tem condição vai a Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9.. Gato escaldado ..............morre.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;10.. Quem espera.....................sempre cansa.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11.. Quando um não quer........o outro insiste.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12.. Os últimos.........................serão desclassificados.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;13.. Há males..........................que vem para piorar.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14.. Se Maomé não vai à montanha........então vai à praia.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15.. A esperança e a sogra............são as últimas que morrem.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;16.. Quem dá aos pobres..............cria o filho sozinha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOO2V811mI/AAAAAAAAASo/BYYY3hJlT6o/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOO2V811mI/AAAAAAAAASo/BYYY3hJlT6o/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067551069978351202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7076060814367594864?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7076060814367594864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7076060814367594864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7076060814367594864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7076060814367594864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/corrigindo-ditados.html' title='Corrigindo ditados'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlOPG1811nI/AAAAAAAAASw/lCOwUooQ78k/s72-c/448685722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-8914272507528682757</id><published>2007-05-22T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:40:02.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginástica de barriga vazia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlNxLl811lI/AAAAAAAAASg/UcWTzrvWSMI/s1600-h/pratica_exercicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlNxLl811lI/AAAAAAAAASg/UcWTzrvWSMI/s320/pratica_exercicio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067518449701738066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para queimar gordura, o nosso organismo precisa de ter glicose no sangue. Por isso, o melhor é comer uma peça de fruta antes de fazer exercicio, ou uma taça de cereais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlNtE1811kI/AAAAAAAAASY/7GFAVeEkSos/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlNtE1811kI/AAAAAAAAASY/7GFAVeEkSos/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067513935691109954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8914272507528682757?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8914272507528682757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8914272507528682757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8914272507528682757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8914272507528682757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/ginstica-de-barriga-vazia.html' title='Ginástica de barriga vazia'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlNxLl811lI/AAAAAAAAASg/UcWTzrvWSMI/s72-c/pratica_exercicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6738004693382920901</id><published>2007-05-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:35:41.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMEm1811jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1WPjQIxL-B4/s1600-h/lwind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMEm1811jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1WPjQIxL-B4/s320/lwind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399071085745714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O tempo é muito lento para&lt;br /&gt;os que esperam, muito rápido&lt;br /&gt;para os que tem medo, muito&lt;br /&gt;longo para os que lamentam,&lt;br /&gt;muito curto para os que&lt;br /&gt;festejam, mas, para os que&lt;br /&gt;amam... o tempo é infinito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como diz Mário Quintana:&lt;br /&gt;"O TEMPO É A INSONIA DA ETERNIDADE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMDxl811iI/AAAAAAAAASI/nAqKGw6x5to/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMDxl811iI/AAAAAAAAASI/nAqKGw6x5to/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067398156257711650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6738004693382920901?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6738004693382920901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6738004693382920901' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6738004693382920901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6738004693382920901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMEm1811jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1WPjQIxL-B4/s72-c/lwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-8956477612717593627</id><published>2007-05-22T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:40:41.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMACl811hI/AAAAAAAAASA/Vml5Z9Ltyfw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMACl811hI/AAAAAAAAASA/Vml5Z9Ltyfw/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067394050268976658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A castidade com que abria as coxas&lt;br /&gt;e reluzia a sua flora brava.&lt;br /&gt;Na mansuetude das ovelhas mochas,&lt;br /&gt;e tão estreita, como se alargava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, coito, coito, morte de tão vida,&lt;br /&gt;sepultura na grama, sem dizeres.&lt;br /&gt;Em minha ardente substância esvaída,&lt;br /&gt;eu não era ninguém e era mil seres&lt;br /&gt;em mim ressuscitados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era Adão, primeiro gesto nu ante&lt;br /&gt;a primeira negritude de corpo feminino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roupa e tempo jaziam pelo chão.&lt;br /&gt;E nem restava mais o mundo, à beira&lt;br /&gt;dessa moita orvalhada, nem destino.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlL_bF811gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EU437JEakCs/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlL_bF811gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EU437JEakCs/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067393371664143874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8956477612717593627?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8956477612717593627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8956477612717593627' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8956477612717593627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8956477612717593627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlMACl811hI/AAAAAAAAASA/Vml5Z9Ltyfw/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-8152975565256802865</id><published>2007-05-22T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:42:51.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na dose certa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLXMV811fI/AAAAAAAAARw/QxEPfXxNFVY/s1600-h/dieta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLXMV811fI/AAAAAAAAARw/QxEPfXxNFVY/s320/dieta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067349137795962354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se consumidas nas quantidades certas, as massas não aumentam o peso. Tal como o arroz, estas são optimas fontes de energia. Consumir as massas cozidas com ervilhas e peito de  peru, com bróculos, carne e tomate e não mais que duas chávenas a cada dois dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLW-F811eI/AAAAAAAAARo/_yXrYFx9V1Q/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLW-F811eI/AAAAAAAAARo/_yXrYFx9V1Q/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067348892982826466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8152975565256802865?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8152975565256802865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8152975565256802865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8152975565256802865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8152975565256802865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/na-dose-certa.html' title='Na dose certa'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLXMV811fI/AAAAAAAAARw/QxEPfXxNFVY/s72-c/dieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-3089210255839863928</id><published>2007-05-22T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:36:48.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruta q.b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLVx1811dI/AAAAAAAAARg/6ghe5cHqmmY/s1600-h/dietak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLVx1811dI/AAAAAAAAARg/6ghe5cHqmmY/s320/dietak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067347583017801170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na dieta, deve-se dar atenção à quantidade de frutas e legumes que se consome. As frutas possuem muito açúcar. Para não engordar, o ideal é ficar pela ingestão diária de três peças de fruta. Já os legumes podem ser consumidos à vontade. Mas atenção à forma como são preparados, para não ganharem calorias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLU5V811cI/AAAAAAAAARY/lqbC-CotJm4/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLU5V811cI/AAAAAAAAARY/lqbC-CotJm4/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067346612355192258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-3089210255839863928?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/3089210255839863928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=3089210255839863928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3089210255839863928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3089210255839863928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/fruta-qb.html' title='Fruta q.b.'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLVx1811dI/AAAAAAAAARg/6ghe5cHqmmY/s72-c/dietak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2646020939027768919</id><published>2007-05-22T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:44:34.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fénix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLJhV811bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zq2HNED0BtU/s1600-h/lepra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLJhV811bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zq2HNED0BtU/s320/lepra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067334105410426290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho te extraído&lt;br /&gt;Tenho te lapidado&lt;br /&gt;Suor e fogo…&lt;br /&gt;Tenho te retirado&lt;br /&gt;Das profundezas &lt;br /&gt;Da miséria…&lt;br /&gt;Da ambição que te devora&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs plásticas &lt;br /&gt;E estreitas espalham-se&lt;br /&gt;O concreto sobe &lt;br /&gt;Vencendo tudo e todos.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos nada mais &lt;br /&gt;São que cinzas&lt;br /&gt;Mas o reflexo verde &lt;br /&gt;Ainda desenha-se &lt;br /&gt;Na janela indefinível...&lt;br /&gt;Caminho na chuva &lt;br /&gt;Inventada de meus dias&lt;br /&gt;E me vejo ainda &lt;br /&gt;E outra vez criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLJCV811aI/AAAAAAAAARI/AN2xoAyQOAA/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLJCV811aI/AAAAAAAAARI/AN2xoAyQOAA/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067333572834481570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2646020939027768919?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2646020939027768919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2646020939027768919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2646020939027768919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2646020939027768919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/fnix.html' title='Fénix'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlLJhV811bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zq2HNED0BtU/s72-c/lepra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4424684428101189485</id><published>2007-05-21T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:54:52.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlJbcl811ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/vBK17Vo1nfo/s1600-h/66660982_24848569d5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlJbcl811ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/vBK17Vo1nfo/s400/66660982_24848569d5_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067213077526992274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlJbWl811YI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7n7GaLRCQ2I/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlJbWl811YI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7n7GaLRCQ2I/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067212974447777154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4424684428101189485?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4424684428101189485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4424684428101189485' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4424684428101189485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4424684428101189485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/perfeio.html' title='Perfeição'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlJbcl811ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/vBK17Vo1nfo/s72-c/66660982_24848569d5_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7893064228014742970</id><published>2007-05-21T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:26:43.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna = my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlIAel811XI/AAAAAAAAAQw/013ohAcbBj8/s1600-h/1115491591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlIAel811XI/AAAAAAAAAQw/013ohAcbBj8/s320/1115491591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067113056328602994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas você me consola quando todos já se foram..que me dá o ombro para que eu chore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parece perdido, vc está sempre lá me dizendo que sou forte e que vou conseguir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não pudesse e não posso mais viver sem você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me espera todos os dias e me diz o que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz quem é bom ou ruim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o fim sempre justifica os meios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa sem você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne&lt;br /&gt;m mesmo a dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa mais a solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo perde o sentido e o mundo para de girar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quando a vejo em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo volta a responder pelos seus chamados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se vivesse apenas para ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou como se vivesse somente para sua satisfação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me dá o mundo em troca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me mostra que nada pode ser impossível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os que andam de mãos dadas contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena viver sem você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a dona das minhas atitudes e da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa... se vc não está lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlIATF811WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fYxZz_6x0Aw/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlIATF811WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fYxZz_6x0Aw/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067112858760107362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7893064228014742970?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7893064228014742970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7893064228014742970' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7893064228014742970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7893064228014742970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/anna-my-life.html' title='Anna = my life'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlIAel811XI/AAAAAAAAAQw/013ohAcbBj8/s72-c/1115491591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4394691811923868884</id><published>2007-05-21T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:59:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piada do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlHBwF811VI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NRs7Yzm4YKk/s1600-h/48600776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlHBwF811VI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NRs7Yzm4YKk/s320/48600776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067044087743763794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A gordinha estava em um banheiro de uma danceteria, pintando-se no espelho, quando de repente chega uma linda ruiva de olhos azuis. Ela tinha uma delicada cintura e usava uma calça justíssima de couro. Enquanto a gorda observava essa escultural criação divina, a ruiva se olha no espelho e diz :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigada Herbalife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gordinha...ficou paralisada com o lápis labial na boca, enquanto vê sair a ruiva . Continuou o que fazia, quando de repente entra uma maravilhosa loira duas vezes melhor que a ruiva, corpo escultural, cintura mínima , se olha no espelho e diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigada Coscarque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gordinha ficou paralisada com o tubo de rímel na mão enquanto vê sair a tremenda loira. Continua sua maquiagem quando entra uma linda morena três vezes melhor que a loira, corpo escultural, pele suave, cintura ultrafina, lindas pernas , uma Deusa! A garota se olha no espelho , observa o "corpaço" e diz :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigada Diet Shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gordinha termina de se pintar , se prepara para sair se olha no espelho e diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- VAI SE FUDÊ, Mc Donald's." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlHBgl811UI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bEC5WCP7OhQ/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlHBgl811UI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bEC5WCP7OhQ/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067043821455791426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4394691811923868884?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4394691811923868884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4394691811923868884' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4394691811923868884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4394691811923868884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/piada-do-dia.html' title='Piada do dia'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlHBwF811VI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NRs7Yzm4YKk/s72-c/48600776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-8607922944534099722</id><published>2007-05-20T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:13:27.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu sangue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlEAOV811TI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vOnJxb6obaM/s1600-h/Insanidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlEAOV811TI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vOnJxb6obaM/s320/Insanidade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066831302179018034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos furados&lt;br /&gt;Mancham as flores &lt;br /&gt;Tingem de púrpura &lt;br /&gt;As nuvens do céu&lt;br /&gt;Teu rosto de anjo&lt;br /&gt;Está deformado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verte da minha boca &lt;br /&gt;A sangria dos frutos&lt;br /&gt;Profanos que outrora&lt;br /&gt;Mastiguei com os dentes &lt;br /&gt;Da violência suicida&lt;br /&gt;Que me fizeram comer &lt;br /&gt;Minha própria lingua&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o gosto ferruginoso &lt;br /&gt;Do meu sangue &lt;br /&gt;A dor da carne dilacerada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD_s1811SI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C96CNrVA0u0/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD_s1811SI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C96CNrVA0u0/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066830726653400354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8607922944534099722?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8607922944534099722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8607922944534099722' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8607922944534099722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8607922944534099722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/meu-sangue.html' title='Meu sangue...'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlEAOV811TI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vOnJxb6obaM/s72-c/Insanidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2448794136517718679</id><published>2007-05-20T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:05:28.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumo á escuridão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD-XF811RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YUVd5Wlq1Cg/s1600-h/Porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD-XF811RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YUVd5Wlq1Cg/s320/Porta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066829253479617810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão onde a luz não ousa chegar&lt;br /&gt;O pesadelo e mostrado em cada rosto &lt;br /&gt;E aqueles que possuem a alma dolorida&lt;br /&gt;Ficam presos em uma realidade vazia&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é o lugar onde a vida apenas sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;Na minha curta caminhada pela luz &lt;br /&gt;Eu sofri muito..todos me maltrataram &lt;br /&gt;E riram de mim...mais agora&lt;br /&gt;Que conheci as sobras do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Irei mostra para todos que zombaram &lt;br /&gt;De mim o meu poder... &lt;br /&gt;Quando me dei conta..já era muito tarde&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma já estava congelada&lt;br /&gt;De tal forma que nada podeira &lt;br /&gt;Traze-la de volta..agora estou morrendo &lt;br /&gt;Por dentro e vivo por fora &lt;br /&gt;Como aquele olhar mórbido &lt;br /&gt;E distante como nunca vi igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD8Wl811QI/AAAAAAAAAP4/L5EBCMQHovY/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD8Wl811QI/AAAAAAAAAP4/L5EBCMQHovY/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066827045866427650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2448794136517718679?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2448794136517718679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2448794136517718679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2448794136517718679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2448794136517718679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/rumo-escurido.html' title='Rumo á escuridão'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD-XF811RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YUVd5Wlq1Cg/s72-c/Porta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-8115954316146586649</id><published>2007-05-20T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:44:49.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD5iF811PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/adWyb8OnBHI/s1600-h/1079154582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD5iF811PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/adWyb8OnBHI/s320/1079154582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066823944900039922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas foram feitas &lt;br /&gt;Para serem derramadas&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar a dor incontida&lt;br /&gt;Para tirar o temor escondido&lt;br /&gt;Para mostrar ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que nós não somos de aço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD5Ol811OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_0wx6kQ-dHE/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD5Ol811OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_0wx6kQ-dHE/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066823609892590818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8115954316146586649?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8115954316146586649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8115954316146586649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8115954316146586649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8115954316146586649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/lgrimas.html' title='Lágrimas'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD5iF811PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/adWyb8OnBHI/s72-c/1079154582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5877670533836368938</id><published>2007-05-20T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:40:36.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD4cV811NI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GAlwVn6tggc/s1600-h/broken_wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD4cV811NI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GAlwVn6tggc/s320/broken_wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066822746604164306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Em meu mundo isolado&lt;br /&gt;Cercada pelas trevas&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhada em silêncio &lt;br /&gt;Minha alma amargurada&lt;br /&gt;Não tem paz nenhum segundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou um anjo renegado&lt;br /&gt;Um demônio arrependido&lt;br /&gt;Sou dor...sou sofrimento &lt;br /&gt;Sou amigo e inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Só espero minha morte &lt;br /&gt;Para enfim descansar&lt;br /&gt;E me reencontrar com aquele&lt;br /&gt;Que me prendeu neste lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD3wF811MI/AAAAAAAAAPY/z8t0oo30xEk/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD3wF811MI/AAAAAAAAAPY/z8t0oo30xEk/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066821986394952898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5877670533836368938?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5877670533836368938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5877670533836368938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5877670533836368938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5877670533836368938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/desolao.html' title='Desolação'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD4cV811NI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GAlwVn6tggc/s72-c/broken_wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2452637324789965079</id><published>2007-05-20T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:36:08.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD3f1811LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DDgjvMZ7Vgg/s1600-h/Menina+no+canto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD3f1811LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DDgjvMZ7Vgg/s400/Menina+no+canto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066821707222078642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fui, na infância, como os outros&lt;br /&gt;e nunca vi como outros viam.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas paixões eu não podia&lt;br /&gt;tirar de fonte igual à deles;&lt;br /&gt;e era outra a origem da tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;e era outro o canto, que acordava&lt;br /&gt;o coração para a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que amei, amei sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, na minha infância, na alba&lt;br /&gt;da tormentosa vida, ergueu-se,&lt;br /&gt;no bem, no mal, de cada abismo,&lt;br /&gt;a encadear-me, o meu mistério.&lt;br /&gt;Veio dos rios, veio da fonte,&lt;br /&gt;da rubra escarpa da montanha,&lt;br /&gt;do sol, que todo me envolvia&lt;br /&gt;em outonais clarões dourados;&lt;br /&gt;e dos relâmpagos vermelhos&lt;br /&gt;que o céu inteiro incendiavam;&lt;br /&gt;e do trovão, da tempestade,&lt;br /&gt;daquela nuvem que se alteava,&lt;br /&gt;só, no amplo azul do céu puríssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD3KF811JI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rDD4QH8w3-I/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD3KF811JI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rDD4QH8w3-I/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066821333559923858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2452637324789965079?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2452637324789965079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2452637324789965079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2452637324789965079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2452637324789965079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/s.html' title='Só'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlD3f1811LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DDgjvMZ7Vgg/s72-c/Menina+no+canto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6116088673581611361</id><published>2007-05-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:04:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlDv_F811II/AAAAAAAAAO4/HviJoc0LTDQ/s1600-h/ATgAAADKJG3uahDYWSiQoxO1cbL7AeZuhcogSF7zeqPkMVBtDSgz9PTN1gMSKp3VojNtNmfIgGJvbtXdnQE1_F2mzPb8AJtU9VB6ZTac3XgUPBotXUvhLdi7WWM1zQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlDv_F811II/AAAAAAAAAO4/HviJoc0LTDQ/s320/ATgAAADKJG3uahDYWSiQoxO1cbL7AeZuhcogSF7zeqPkMVBtDSgz9PTN1gMSKp3VojNtNmfIgGJvbtXdnQE1_F2mzPb8AJtU9VB6ZTac3XgUPBotXUvhLdi7WWM1zQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066813447999968386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um belo dia o céu desabar&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o telhado frágil do seu hangar&lt;br /&gt;E mutilar seu valioso bem&lt;br /&gt;Não dê a outra face pra bater a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um belo dia alguém dizimar&lt;br /&gt;Sua família por motivo vulgar&lt;br /&gt;E difamar o seu nome também&lt;br /&gt;Cuspa sua raiva com repulsa e desdém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acerto de contas&lt;br /&gt;Golpe pelas costas&lt;br /&gt;Vingança perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Sem rastro e nem feitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um belo dia você acordar&lt;br /&gt;De um pesadelo que não quis acabar&lt;br /&gt;E ainda lembrar do quê se passou&lt;br /&gt;Estoque ódio e acumule rancor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma estrada de terra batida&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma boca falante calou&lt;br /&gt;Meteu o dedo onde não devia&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu a vida , também o valor&lt;br /&gt;Sangue vaza&lt;br /&gt;Sangria , sangria , sangria&lt;br /&gt;Cova raza&lt;br /&gt;Sangria , sangria , sangria&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez outra guerra maldita&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez foi Tio Sam que lucrou&lt;br /&gt;Petróleo supre indústria automotiva&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto pobres agonizam de dor&lt;br /&gt;Sangue vaza&lt;br /&gt;Sangria , sangria , sangria&lt;br /&gt;Cova raza&lt;br /&gt;Sangria , sangria , sangria&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez outra bala perdida&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez a imprensa informou&lt;br /&gt;Sensacionalismo barato vinga&lt;br /&gt;Miséria alheia&lt;br /&gt;Se banalizou .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlDvPF811GI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VOV7uYgHiNo/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlCial811AI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DI4Smbc6i8I/s400/bonequinha+de+pano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066728158539404290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEJO CAÍR AS GOTAS&lt;br /&gt;DESTA CHUVA TÃO FRIA&lt;br /&gt;É TUDO SEMPRE IGUAL&lt;br /&gt;MAS VAI MUDAR UM DIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O SOL IRÁ BRILHAR&lt;br /&gt;QUEM ESPERA SEMPRE ALCANÇA&lt;br /&gt;E EU IREI CÁ ESTAR&lt;br /&gt;SEM PERDER A ESPERANÇA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE QUANDO EU TE VEJO&lt;br /&gt;A VOZ FICA CALADA&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE TUDO É DISTANTE&lt;br /&gt;E SEM TI, NÃO HÁ MAIS NADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO EXISTE UM FEITIÇO&lt;br /&gt;NEM PRÍNCIPE ENCANTADO&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE TUDO É MENTIRA&lt;br /&gt;E TU NÃO ESTÁS, SEMPRE AO MEU LADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUM DIA LINDO E CLARO&lt;br /&gt;PONHO-ME A IMAGINAR&lt;br /&gt;QUE NUMA CARRUAGEM&lt;br /&gt;TU VENS-ME BUSCAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E EU VOU ESTAR AQUI&lt;br /&gt;ETERNA SONHADORA&lt;br /&gt;POR UM FINAL FELIZ&lt;br /&gt;QUE EU ESPERO A TODA A HORA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RlCijV811BI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3GhsLBUqjUk/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Ficou nacionalmente conhecida por ocasião de sua morte, por complicações decorrentes da anorexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina nasceu no interior de São Paulo, numa família de classe média. De acordo com familiares, ela sonhava em ser modelo desde criança. Após vencer um concurso realizado no interior, foi "descoberta" por uma olheira de agência e começou a trabalhar com 13 anos. Trabalhou no Brasil, na França e no Japão, país onde sua obsessão passou a se tornar doença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com 1,70 metro ela pesava 46 quilos, e ainda assim tomava remédios para emagrecer. Chegou a pesar 42 quilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após tratamento em psicólogo, ela voltou a pesar 46 kg. Embora continuasse o tratamento, sua anorexia persistiu, fazendo com que Ana Carolina fosse internada em 25 de outubro, com um quadro de insuficiência renal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em consequência da anorexia nervosa, a pressão arterial dela despencou, o que fez com que passasse a ter dificuldades respiratórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu quadro clínico evoluiu então para uma infecção generalizada, e morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando morreu, a modelo pesava 40 kg. Seu IMC (Índice de Massa Corporal) era de apenas 13,52, quando o ideal é 18,5, de acordo com a OMS (Organização Mundial da Saúde).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Este é um caso triste da Anna, mas isto não significa que toda a gente quem tem anorexia morra. Ana Carolina não soube controlar a Anna, este em vez de a amiga tornou-se a sua pior inimiga. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkYTj0a96pI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Og_CEd3SaMM/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkYTj0a96pI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Og_CEd3SaMM/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063756337112803986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1583535273980141693?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1583535273980141693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1583535273980141693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1583535273980141693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1583535273980141693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/homenagem-ana-carolina-reston.html' title='Homenagem a Ana Carolina Reston'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkYTj0a96pI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Og_CEd3SaMM/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2663567432500882698</id><published>2007-05-12T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:16:42.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5kg em uma semana...será mesmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkXQEEa96oI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5T_qaxoYIt8/s1600-h/gif3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkXQEEa96oI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5T_qaxoYIt8/s320/gif3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063682124372896386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:00 -&gt; Suco de 2 limões "bem gelado"(em jejum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:00 -&gt; 1 chavena de café &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 -&gt; 1 maçã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:00 -&gt; Sumo de acerola (ou de sua preferência)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:00 -&gt; 1 chavena de café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:00 -&gt; 1 copo de 200ml de chá de sene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANTISSÍMO...RESTRIÇÕES ABSOLUTAS PARA AÇUCAR E ADOÇANTE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkZYrka96qI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pDNANqkgC3s/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkZYrka96qI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pDNANqkgC3s/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063832336559106722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2663567432500882698?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2663567432500882698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2663567432500882698' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2663567432500882698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2663567432500882698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/5kg-em-uma-semanaser-mesmo.html' title='5kg em uma semana...será mesmo?'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkXQEEa96oI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5T_qaxoYIt8/s72-c/gif3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5242899900509495117</id><published>2007-05-12T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:16:09.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieta liquida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkXO9Ua96nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/V6RnDO4wN0g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkXO9Ua96nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/V6RnDO4wN0g/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063680908897151602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno-almoço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chá de ervas á vontade;&lt;br /&gt;- Copo de Leite desnatado;&lt;br /&gt;- Vitamina de sua preferência feita com leite desnatado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanche da manhã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um copo de sumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almoço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Três conchas de caldo de legumes;&lt;br /&gt;- Um copo de suco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanche da tarde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um copo de sumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Três conchas de sopa de legumes;&lt;br /&gt;- Um copo de sumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chá de hortelã à vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkZYrka96qI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pDNANqkgC3s/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Você está tremendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh espelho, reflita, me dê uma resposta -Qual é a&lt;br /&gt;questão?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu deveria fazer para não ser eu mesmo? -É tão&lt;br /&gt;fácil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai, amigo? É ruim de aguentar&lt;br /&gt;"re-la-pa-la-re-lax lady"&lt;br /&gt;Pegue leve. Tente fazer uma respiração profunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto doi muito? Você está se esforçando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh espelho, reflita, me dê uma resposta -Qual é a&lt;br /&gt;questão?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu deveria fazer para não ser eu mesmo? -É tão&lt;br /&gt;fácil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu invejo o sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Eu invejo o sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo, é assustador? Você está ansioso?&lt;br /&gt;Não hesita em falar como você está claramente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu quero ser você, livre pra mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Outro lugar é outro lugar. Em casa é em casa"&lt;br /&gt;As palavras matém as coisas desse modo, embora você&lt;br /&gt;não pode ver muito bem o gramado do vizinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh espelho, reflita, me dê uma resposta -Qual é a&lt;br /&gt;questão?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu deveria fazer para não ser eu mesmo? -É tão&lt;br /&gt;fácil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkIjXka96iI/AAAAAAAAALs/sDLR69VWbx4/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkIjXka96iI/AAAAAAAAALs/sDLR69VWbx4/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062647818938608162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1036235587501521723?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1036235587501521723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1036235587501521723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1036235587501521723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1036235587501521723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/miyavi-jibun-kakumei-rock-japons.html' title='Miyavi - Jibun Kakumei (Rock Japonês)'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkIjXka96iI/AAAAAAAAALs/sDLR69VWbx4/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4832652380600488100</id><published>2007-05-09T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:33:07.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero desaparecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkH3gUa96gI/AAAAAAAAALc/Oussyqe0yZs/s1600-h/178901hola!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkH3gUa96gI/AAAAAAAAALc/Oussyqe0yZs/s320/178901hola!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062599590750841346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem consegui fazer mais um dia de NF. Sinti-me fraca, mas não tive dores de estomêgo nem nada. O pior foi de madrugada...tive compulsão. Comi batatas fritas e bolos... Felizmente as batatas era só o resto de um pacote grande e os bolos a caxa tambem já estava encertada. Portanto comi mas foi pouco. Fiquei a sentir-me super culpada...o resto nem é preciso dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei péssima... Tive de fazer um esforço mortal para levantar-me da cama, ainda por cima para ir ao médico. Lá ganhei força e coragem para sair da cama, estive 1h a decidir o que vestir. Odeio o meu corpo...nada que visto fica bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem lá agarrei na bicicleta e foi ao médico, para ele me receitar suplementos de ferro. Porque a minha anemia está cad vez pior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O médico receitou-me umas ampolas para beber todos os dias de manhã. Quando vinha para casa a corrente saiu, ainda a tentei por mas não fui capaz. Tive de voltar para casa a pé e com a bicicleta á mão. A minha casa ainda é longe, e hoje estou muito calor que mais parece que estamos no pico do verão e não na primavera. Senti-me tão mal...uma fraquesa nas pernas...o corpo todo dormente...a cabeça a andar á volta...o coração como a querersaltar do peito...foi horrivel. Tive de parar várias vezes pelo caminho e ncostar-me memso se não cai para o chão. Qunado consegui finalmente chegar a casa, despi-me e deitei-me. Adormeci logo, devo ter dormido 1.30h. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou a comer uma salada (tomate, azeitona, queijo,milho, pepino, cogumelos) ...teve mesmo de ser... Mas nem vou contar as calorias do que estou a comer, se não entro em colapso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkH3nka96hI/AAAAAAAAALk/2nL8Itrv6qo/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkH3nka96hI/AAAAAAAAALk/2nL8Itrv6qo/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062599715304892946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4832652380600488100?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4832652380600488100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4832652380600488100' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4832652380600488100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4832652380600488100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/quero-desaparecer.html' title='Quero desaparecer...'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkH3gUa96gI/AAAAAAAAALc/Oussyqe0yZs/s72-c/178901hola!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6980655059196792574</id><published>2007-05-08T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:52:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com força de vontade tudo se consegue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkC4ika96fI/AAAAAAAAALU/lV-0xrMlhpk/s1600-h/ATgAAADR4ku9s4EUH01RgMLYkNsIBcshYj88eTYBtOcXJSEgyYb6GyZ7jFoALHfqaPC_eck5iOaOkaab4VJiYhR4NSGMAJtU9VABZ02KbbcKWlJBzcHyh0hUUR5M5w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkC4ika96fI/AAAAAAAAALU/lV-0xrMlhpk/s320/ATgAAADR4ku9s4EUH01RgMLYkNsIBcshYj88eTYBtOcXJSEgyYb6GyZ7jFoALHfqaPC_eck5iOaOkaab4VJiYhR4NSGMAJtU9VABZ02KbbcKWlJBzcHyh0hUUR5M5w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062248885196286450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkC4Zka96eI/AAAAAAAAALM/kTwVm2ohymI/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkC4Zka96eI/AAAAAAAAALM/kTwVm2ohymI/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062248730577463778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6980655059196792574?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6980655059196792574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6980655059196792574' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6980655059196792574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6980655059196792574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/com-fora-de-vontade-tudo-se-consegue.html' title='Com força de vontade tudo se consegue'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkC4ika96fI/AAAAAAAAALU/lV-0xrMlhpk/s72-c/ATgAAADR4ku9s4EUH01RgMLYkNsIBcshYj88eTYBtOcXJSEgyYb6GyZ7jFoALHfqaPC_eck5iOaOkaab4VJiYhR4NSGMAJtU9VABZ02KbbcKWlJBzcHyh0hUUR5M5w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-1911841402648397148</id><published>2007-05-08T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T04:25:54.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkBeDUa96cI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S4Zl_BN0j6w/s1600-h/56891759c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkBeDUa96cI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S4Zl_BN0j6w/s400/56891759c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062149392278874562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkBdZ0a96aI/AAAAAAAAAKs/T58LMQ2ETfY/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkBdZ0a96aI/AAAAAAAAAKs/T58LMQ2ETfY/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062148679314303394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1911841402648397148?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1911841402648397148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1911841402648397148' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1911841402648397148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1911841402648397148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/inspirao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RkBeDUa96cI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S4Zl_BN0j6w/s72-c/56891759c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2115670764344621067</id><published>2007-05-07T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:02:34.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triângulo perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-vrka96XI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5LPNXj-JTm0/s1600-h/Gotico15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-vrka96XI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5LPNXj-JTm0/s320/Gotico15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061957669233748338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscila (eu) = Rodrigo (meu amor) = Anna (melhor amiga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-v60a96YI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L6WtwXjRZtI/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-v60a96YI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L6WtwXjRZtI/s320/borboletas.jpg" boder="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061957931226753410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2115670764344621067?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2115670764344621067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2115670764344621067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2115670764344621067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2115670764344621067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/tringulo-perfeito.html' title='Triângulo perfeito'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-vrka96XI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5LPNXj-JTm0/s72-c/Gotico15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4726383668018317036</id><published>2007-05-07T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T04:10:40.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comida de hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-HEka96WI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zcFbKMs1ayE/s1600-h/8o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-HEka96WI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zcFbKMs1ayE/s320/8o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061913018753739106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Salada (alface, tomate e pepino)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Maçãs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4726383668018317036?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4726383668018317036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4726383668018317036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4726383668018317036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4726383668018317036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/comida-de-hoje.html' title='Comida de hoje...'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-HEka96WI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zcFbKMs1ayE/s72-c/8o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5939798420699098113</id><published>2007-05-07T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:05:06.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LF vs. NF</title><content type='html'>LF = Low Food (Pouca comida)&lt;br /&gt;NF = No Food (Sem Comida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-GWEa96VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/c1fOQBz2oZs/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-GWEa96VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/c1fOQBz2oZs/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061912219889822034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5939798420699098113?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5939798420699098113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5939798420699098113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5939798420699098113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5939798420699098113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/lf-vs-nf.html' title='LF vs. NF'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj-GWEa96VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/c1fOQBz2oZs/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-1967261128139629483</id><published>2007-05-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:48:58.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pAssAdO &amp; prEsEntE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj8tska96TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZBMzpsIBiVA/s1600-h/ATgAAACtYzo3TXuYg_yNGDgigUX3BbLyrPN2Fj80Y-9GeEthX3lCkr40ixn1pRDrenXmK6rKs0Vtk_68aXypVl1teDcWAJtU9VBKiraz0WPjLnCNTjwwmrqsCZolDg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj8tska96TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZBMzpsIBiVA/s320/ATgAAACtYzo3TXuYg_yNGDgigUX3BbLyrPN2Fj80Y-9GeEthX3lCkr40ixn1pRDrenXmK6rKs0Vtk_68aXypVl1teDcWAJtU9VBKiraz0WPjLnCNTjwwmrqsCZolDg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061814749902006578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj8uLEa96UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QKi3UOKAHBc/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj8uLEa96UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QKi3UOKAHBc/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061815273888016706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1967261128139629483?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1967261128139629483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1967261128139629483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1967261128139629483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1967261128139629483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/passado-presente.html' title='pAssAdO &amp; prEsEntE'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rj8tska96TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZBMzpsIBiVA/s72-c/ATgAAACtYzo3TXuYg_yNGDgigUX3BbLyrPN2Fj80Y-9GeEthX3lCkr40ixn1pRDrenXmK6rKs0Vtk_68aXypVl1teDcWAJtU9VBKiraz0WPjLnCNTjwwmrqsCZolDg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-638366845581658025</id><published>2007-05-04T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:35:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3º dia de NF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjvCp0a96RI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RjbFKbTF9rk/s1600-h/Jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjvCp0a96RI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RjbFKbTF9rk/s320/Jade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060852629983062290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manhã quando tive de me levantar para sair, comecei a sentir os efeitos do NF. Tinha fraquesa nas pernas, pareciam dormentes e sem força. Andei duas horas a fazer caminhada, nem sei como não desfaleci. &lt;br /&gt;Consegui passar o dia inteiro sem comer, o meu terceiro dia de NF, sinto-me realizada.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã e depois faço LF rigoroso (claro). E segunda retomo o meu NF, qureo fazer no minimo mais três dias, logo vejo se aguneto mais tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjvDDEa96SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-kc4Huc2H2k/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjvDDEa96SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-kc4Huc2H2k/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060853063774759202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-638366845581658025?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/638366845581658025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=638366845581658025' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/638366845581658025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/638366845581658025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-dia-de-nf.html' title='3º dia de NF'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjvCp0a96RI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RjbFKbTF9rk/s72-c/Jade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4159719515161190254</id><published>2007-05-03T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:03:16.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp390a96PI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ToMSKYQa6Rc/s1600-h/gse_multipart44102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp390a96PI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ToMSKYQa6Rc/s320/gse_multipart44102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060489035231652082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp4HUa96QI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eDC84xcx7T0/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp4HUa96QI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eDC84xcx7T0/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060489198440409346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4159719515161190254?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4159719515161190254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4159719515161190254' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4159719515161190254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4159719515161190254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp390a96PI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ToMSKYQa6Rc/s72-c/gse_multipart44102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6698460251553407241</id><published>2007-05-03T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:55:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2º dia de NF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp2Lka96OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fwqZ3yWvFdk/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp2Lka96OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fwqZ3yWvFdk/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060487072431597794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão feliz Aninhas, consegui fazer o meu segundo dia de NF. E emagreci, agora estou com 61kg, falta 4kg para chegar á minha primeira meta.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vou eu a caminho da perfeição... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjpz6ka96MI/AAAAAAAAAI8/e8Q_Jll9JB8/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjpz6ka96MI/AAAAAAAAAI8/e8Q_Jll9JB8/s320/borboletas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060484581350566082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6698460251553407241?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6698460251553407241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6698460251553407241' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6698460251553407241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6698460251553407241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-dia-de-nf.html' title='2º dia de NF'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp2Lka96OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fwqZ3yWvFdk/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2132159983661980402</id><published>2007-05-03T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:46:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 dicas Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp0T0a96NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Od3x41xKw7M/s1600-h/Insane+Delirium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp0T0a96NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Od3x41xKw7M/s320/Insane+Delirium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060485015142262994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coma sempre o pequeno-almoço! Isto mantém o teu metabolismo trabalhando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Coma o mais devagar que puder. O organismo leva cerca de 30 minutos a perceber que está cheio. Mastigue até sentir a comida completamente desfeita na boca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Coma em frente ao espelho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Quando tiveres ânsias (compulsão) por comida conta até 100 kl. Geralmente só o fato de te concentrar, faz-te perder a fome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pouse o grafo entre cada garfada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nunca comer a partir das 19h/20h (o metabolismo fica mais lento). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Disfarça a descoloração da pele debaixo das unhas por falta de nutrientes com verniz de cor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tome comprimidos para a azia se tiveres com muita fome. Neutraliza o ácido do estômago que te faz sentir fome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mantenha um caixote perto de onde come. Se sentires que vais comer demais, jogue o resto fora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Beba refrigerantes light. Enche e têm apenas 1 caloria. (mas é preferível beber água) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Limpa alguma coisa nojenta, de certeza que vais perder o apetite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Escove os dentes. O sabor da pasta é horrível se comer em seguida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Todas as calorias são importantes. Quando sentado(a) mexe a perna, contrai os abdominais, nunca pare de se exercitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Beba um copo de água por hora, não só vai fazer com o estômago se sinta cheio, mas também te vai dar pele hidratada. Água fria queima mais calorias, água quente enche mais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Jogue fora comida que achar que pode comer compulsivamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Quando sair, leve só o dinheiro que precisar, nada extra. Assim, não terá a tentação de &lt;br /&gt;gastar em comida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Senta-te com a coluna direita, ter uma boa postura queima mais 10 calorias do que curvado(a). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Bebe um gole de água entre cada garfada. Isso vai te dar uma sensação de satisfação mais rápido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Não fique muito agasalhada. O organismo gasta mais energia a manter o corpo quente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Se tiver um ataque de comer compulsivo, mastiga a comida e cospe a seguir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Coma as refeições em pratos pequenos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ande sempre com as nádegas contraídas, gasta imensas calorias e o resultado é bom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tente ficar confortável na cama, uma posição a qual terá certeza que não vai levantar-te para ir comer a noite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Use a imaginação. Imagine como será a comida no estômago e como a gordura será formada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Estrague a tua comida. Coloque demasiado sal, por exemplo, resulta muito bem e você não irá comer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Vai a lojas e experimenta roupas que gostaria que te servissem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Olha para a gordura que tens no corpo e imagina que se comer, não vai fazer mais nada senão adicionar mais gordura ainda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Coma quando estiver rodeada de pessoas. Com a conversa elas irão esquecer de te vigiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Obesidade é horrível e gordos são inúteis lembre-se disso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Veja sempre foto daquele thinspiration linda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Pesa-te sempre.As balanças não enganam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Coloque na cabeça que se o teu amigo(a) magérrimo(a) come 3000 calorias e não engorda, não quer dizer que possa fazer o mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Aprende a gostar da sensação de vazio no estômago. Confia em mim, vai sentir-te enjoado quando comeres exageradamente mais uma vez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Observa as outras pessoas, especialmente gordos (as), quando estiverem a comer, e sinta-se superior por não estar comendo nada e ter seu corpo limpo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Come pastilhas elásticas (sem açúcar), mantém a boca distraída e não pensas em comer (só no último caso.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Se comer, tenta comer sempre no mesmo lugar, mas sozinho(a), sem ver Tv ou no PC. Comer em frente a Tv distrai dos sinais de estômago cheio, e provavelmente não vai reparar na quantidade que comer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Se estiveres com muita fome sai de casa , visita amigos onde não pode comer a vontade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Quando sentires dores de estômago da fome, curve-se e encolha a barriga. Pelo menos para mim funciona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tente comer algo calórico, mas saudável, (ex.: uma banana) logo de manhã. O resto do dia sempre que te sentir tentado(a) a comer pense nas calorias que já comeu e que mais comida não será necessário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Lembre-se sempre de uma coisa, perder peso não é só um objetivo, mas também uma disciplina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Como uma data de evento (casamento, formatura) na vida é preciso esforço e força de vontade. É necessário planear e organizar a dieta, e não desistir nunca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Um dia desleixado na dieta não é desculpa para parar e engordar horrores. Desistência é desculpa de pessoas fracas. E você não é fraca, não é mesmo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Durante os dias de nf ou de lf muito baixo, pingue entre 3 à 10 gostas de limão (com uma gotade zero cal, a gosto) em 500ml de água gelada. Vai te refrescar além de te fazer sentir melhor e queimar calorias! (agua gelada acelera metabolismo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Se bater uma vontade de compulsão troque refeiçoes para não entrar em desespero! Por exemplo,ao invés de almoçar algo que você não está com vontade, chupe uma bala ou coma azeitonas por exemplo. Aprenda a balancear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Evite passar perto da cozinha principalmente nos horários de comer em que seus parentes estarão lá. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Cuide-se. Faça uma escova no cabelo ou mude o corte por exemplo. Tudo isso te fará se empenhar no emagrecimento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Estaveleça punições. Eu sempre ando com um elástico azul no braço daqueles de colocar dinheiro. Deu vontade de comer ou abandonar a anna? Aperte bem forte no braço, fique na posição fetal e puxe! Você vai se sentir melhor,acredite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Arranje um namorado ou alguém especial. Uma pessoa que é importante na nossa vida, sem ser da família obvio, nos faz esquecer de tudo fútil por exemplo, comida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Ouça músicas que te encorajam a ser bonita! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Uma ótima forma de se inspirar é vendo fotos de quem realmente tem o corpo dos seus sonhos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Escreva textos sobre como você gostaria de ser, e o que você faria se fosse assim! Te dará ânimo para emagrecer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Compre aquela roupa perfeita a qual você se comprometeu a usar. Eu sei como é difícil domar a anna as vezes até porque eu sou uma! Mas entenda que não adianta você ler mil dicas e não fazer nada. Não só pense, aja! Não sonhe, seja! Ana, make me beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjpz6ka96MI/AAAAAAAAAI8/e8Q_Jll9JB8/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjpz6ka96MI/AAAAAAAAAI8/e8Q_Jll9JB8/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060484581350566082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2132159983661980402?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2132159983661980402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2132159983661980402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2132159983661980402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2132159983661980402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/50-dicas-anna.html' title='50 dicas Anna'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjp0T0a96NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Od3x41xKw7M/s72-c/Insane+Delirium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-14535347646070270</id><published>2007-05-02T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:41:19.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentário da Odisseia - Diário de uma Anoréxia</title><content type='html'>Parte 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBd7ex1VP6M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBd7ex1VP6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwSzTAk0_Vs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwSzTAk0_Vs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLuDcdTXl5w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLuDcdTXl5w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6sAb7Np7bY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6sAb7Np7bY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8G9JUNmBIU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8G9JUNmBIU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eet_Pa78Jj8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eet_Pa78Jj8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkXTka96JI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NwqXLnL5I-k/s320/10507170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060101281289201810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1) Por acaso vcs já viram alguma gorda sexy como garota propaganda em alguma grande revista como Marie Clare ou Boa Forma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Por que os maniquins das lojas femininas são baseados em números de 36 a 40 em sua maioria ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Já viu alguma protagonista de filme ou novela realmente gorda???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Se o normal é comer porque todo dia lançam no mercado mais e mais produtos e dietas para emagrecimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Porque nunca colocam um gorda na campanha do Mac Donalds?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8865300036260114659?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8865300036260114659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8865300036260114659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8865300036260114659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8865300036260114659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/perguntas-interessantes.html' title='Perguntas interessantes'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkXTka96JI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NwqXLnL5I-k/s72-c/10507170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-1455535378789167777</id><published>2007-05-02T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:55:34.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regras da Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkW20a96II/AAAAAAAAAIc/h5qk1O8Dxes/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkW20a96II/AAAAAAAAAIc/h5qk1O8Dxes/s320/09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060100787367962754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Se voce não é magra você nao é atraente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Ser magra é mais importante do que ser saudável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Voce precisa comprar roupas, cortar o cabelo, tomar laxantes, qualquer coisa que te faça parecer mais magra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Você nao deve comer sem se sentir culpada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Você nao deve comer comida gurdurosa sem se punir depois disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Você deve contar suas calorias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-O que a midia diz é o mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-Perder peso é bom/ganhar peso é ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-Você nunca pode ser magra demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-Sendo magra e não comendo são as coisas que vão lhe trazer poder e sucesso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-1455535378789167777?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/1455535378789167777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=1455535378789167777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1455535378789167777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/1455535378789167777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/regras-da-ana.html' title='Regras da Ana'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkW20a96II/AAAAAAAAAIc/h5qk1O8Dxes/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7371959959266960014</id><published>2007-05-02T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:46:07.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste de Compulsão</title><content type='html'>http://www.emagrecimento.com.br/index.asp?pg=t1.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Mya</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4WgI4RwkGfI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4WgI4RwkGfI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence - Hello (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sinal do recreio da escola toca de novo&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens chuvosas vêm brincar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te falou que ela não está respirando ?&lt;br /&gt;Olá, eu sou a sua mente te dando&lt;br /&gt;alguém pra conversar&lt;br /&gt;olá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sorrir e não acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Breve, eu sei, eu vou acordar deste sonho&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me consertar, eu não estou quebrada&lt;br /&gt;Olá! Eu sou a mentira vivendo por você, então você&lt;br /&gt;pode se esconder&lt;br /&gt;Não chore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, eu sei eu não estou dormindo&lt;br /&gt;Olá! Eu ainda estou aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sobrou de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5457660064628170715?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5457660064628170715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5457660064628170715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5457660064628170715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5457660064628170715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/video-anna-mya.html' title='Video Anna &amp; Mya'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5435214392649498473</id><published>2007-05-02T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:48:53.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressão = Desespero = Auto-mutilação = Suicidio</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FR_JMTun7tQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FR_JMTun7tQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgKLboUsG1I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgKLboUsG1I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qyEl3eifiI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qyEl3eifiI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubBmg3iugiM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubBmg3iugiM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5435214392649498473?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5435214392649498473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5435214392649498473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5435214392649498473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5435214392649498473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/auto-mutilao.html' title='Depressão = Desespero = Auto-mutilação = Suicidio'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7750479093897592948</id><published>2007-05-02T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:49:19.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versáteis bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkB0ka96GI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jDhhCKPSyqQ/s1600-h/fruit_banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkB0ka96GI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jDhhCKPSyqQ/s320/fruit_banana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060077658969073762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quase toda a gente gosta de banana, mas a mioria evita incluí-las na sua alimentaçãodiária pois pensa que engorda. Uma banana média tem cerca de 120 calorias e possui potássio, vitamina C e amido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem faz LF pode optar por cereias integrais com rodelas de banana ou um batido de  banana com leite (meio gordo) e terá a sua fome saciada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7750479093897592948?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7750479093897592948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7750479093897592948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7750479093897592948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7750479093897592948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/versteis-bananas.html' title='Versáteis bananas'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkB0ka96GI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jDhhCKPSyqQ/s72-c/fruit_banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-3589845024225695836</id><published>2007-05-02T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:51:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Dia de NF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkDFka96HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DbyfbFrDoFA/s1600-h/novo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkDFka96HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DbyfbFrDoFA/s320/novo-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060079050538477682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegui fazer o meu primeiro dia de NF esta semana!! Obrigado por todo o apoio. *BIG Kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-3589845024225695836?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/3589845024225695836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=3589845024225695836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3589845024225695836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3589845024225695836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/1-dia-de-nf.html' title='1º Dia de NF'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjkDFka96HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DbyfbFrDoFA/s72-c/novo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6191080994049029597</id><published>2007-05-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:52:03.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova tentativa de NF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjjQ4Ua96EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sKawCvzeH4w/s1600-h/gotica43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjjQ4Ua96EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sKawCvzeH4w/s320/gotica43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060023847323822146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda apesar de tudo consegui resistir á tentação, comi só um tiquinho de lasanha e enchi o prato de salada para disfarçar, enão comi mais nada, foi as unicas coisas que comi durante todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem a minha mãe não sei por que raio de razão lembrou-se fazer um sandes (mista c/manteiga) para o meu pequeno-almoço. Então tive a fazer tempo e tempo, e quando sai de casa agarrei na sandes e pus dentro da mala. Ela pensou que a comi pelo caminho, mas na verdade mandei-a para o lixo sem ningem ver. Depois estive com os meus amigos, que quiseram is lanchar, então inevntei que estava sem fome porque tinha comido uma sandes de manhã, acabei so por beber café enquanto eles se empanturravam com bolos. Como tinha feito anos na segunda, tive almoço de aniversário com o pessoal. No meu restaurante preferido (chinês), não havia como escapar. Então pedi Chaumin (massa c/galinha e vegetais) e comi muito muito pouco, em 3 garfadas comia-se o que tinha dentro do prato, mas eu estive ali montes de tempo para comer aquilo e bebi chá junto. O pessoal estranhou, eu disse que estva sem fome. O pior é que foram no fim de almoço ao MC comprar gelados, Mc Flurry´s (os meu preferido), então tive de comer aquele pote de gelado ate ao fim. =( Ao jantar (já em casa) disse que não cria comer, mas a minha mãe disse que tinha de comer alguma coisa nem que fosse cereias. O que vale é que eu só compro cerais integrais cá para casa. E comi uma dose pequena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje...estou de NF, só bebi chá e água. Espero que a minha mãe não invente de ue jantar, porque vai estragar o meu NF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6191080994049029597?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6191080994049029597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6191080994049029597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6191080994049029597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6191080994049029597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/05/nova-tentativa-de-nf.html' title='Nova tentativa de NF'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjjQ4Ua96EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sKawCvzeH4w/s72-c/gotica43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-815853812250559037</id><published>2007-04-30T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:52:31.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The war of Perfection - amo este clip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/70V5GU2oOx4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70V5GU2oOx4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-815853812250559037?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/815853812250559037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=815853812250559037' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/815853812250559037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/815853812250559037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/war-of-perfection-amo-este-clip.html' title='The war of Perfection - amo este clip'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7798989757771367610</id><published>2007-04-30T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:14:46.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque sou Anna?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaNCB6VRubI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaNCB6VRubI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7798989757771367610?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7798989757771367610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7798989757771367610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7798989757771367610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7798989757771367610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/porque-sou-anna.html' title='Porque sou Anna?'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-3837662099163697757</id><published>2007-04-30T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:15:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música perfeita - Just a lil Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4BYZ6aBZK8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4BYZ6aBZK8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só Um Pouquinho Mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais sábia&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho menos necessitada&lt;br /&gt;E talvez eu chegasse lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais prevenida&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais magra&lt;br /&gt;E talvez eu chegasse lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claramente, claramente me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Levantando minha saia&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo pelo seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claramente, claramente me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Nervosa como se fosse confrontada&lt;br /&gt;E questionando a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh talvez, talvez se eu ficasse melhor&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se eu me desafiar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se eu fosse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais sábia&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho menos necessitada&lt;br /&gt;E talvez eu chegasse lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais prevenida&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais magra&lt;br /&gt;E talvez eu chegasse lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claramente, claramente me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando minha saia&lt;br /&gt;Olhando vagamente pra frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claramente, claramente me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Dias de choros inúteis&lt;br /&gt;Quase me sentindo morta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh talvez, talvez se eu fosse mais pequena&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu poderia me controlar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se eu fosse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais sábia&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho menos necessitada&lt;br /&gt;E talvez eu chegasse lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais prevenida&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho mais magra&lt;br /&gt;E talvez eu chegasse lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-3837662099163697757?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/3837662099163697757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=3837662099163697757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3837662099163697757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3837662099163697757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/msica-perfeita-just-lil-bit.html' title='Música perfeita - Just a lil Bit'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7761538404090676316</id><published>2007-04-30T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:15:51.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperchicK - We Live (Legendado Português)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZMJPc3sIXs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZMJPc3sIXs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7761538404090676316?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7761538404090676316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7761538404090676316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7761538404090676316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7761538404090676316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/superchick-we-live-legendado-portugus.html' title='SuperchicK - We Live (Legendado Português)'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-8262454484450818434</id><published>2007-04-30T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:16:49.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightwish</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAsqNog7pmI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAsqNog7pmI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemo (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sou eu, para sempre... um dos perdidos. &lt;br /&gt;Aquele sem um nome... sem um coração honesto como&lt;br /&gt;guia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sou eu, para sempre... alguém sem um nome. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é o último esforço... para achar a linha da&lt;br /&gt;vida perdida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Quanto eu desejo por uma chuva reconfortante&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu desejo é sonhar de novo &lt;br /&gt;Meu coração cheio de amor perdido na escuridao       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela  esperança eu dou tudo de mim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha flor seca entre as páginas dois e três. &lt;br /&gt;Aquele aroma sempre melancólico, acompanha o meu&lt;br /&gt;movimento (o cheiro de melancolia que ela exala vai&lt;br /&gt;indo junto com ela, a acompanha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a escuridão que dorme com anjos chame o passado&lt;br /&gt;para ajudar &lt;br /&gt;Toque me com seu amor, e revele a mim meu verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;nome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Quanto eu desejo por uma chuva reconfortante&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu desejo é sonhar novamente. &lt;br /&gt;Meu coração amoroso perdido na escuridão, &lt;br /&gt;Por esperança eu daria meu tudo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Quanto eu desejo por uma chuva reconfortante&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Como eu desejo sonhar novamente. &lt;br /&gt;De uma vez por todas, e todas as vezes por uma&lt;br /&gt;Nemo será meu nome para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solos (orquestra e guitarra) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemo indo para casa&lt;br /&gt;Nemo esta indo embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Quanto eu desejo por chuva reconfortante &lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu desejo é sonhar novamente. &lt;br /&gt;Meu coração amoroso perdido na escuridão, &lt;br /&gt;Por esperança eu daria meu tudo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Quanto eu desejo por uma chuva reconfortante&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Como eu desejo sonhar novamente. &lt;br /&gt;De uma vez por todas, e todas as vezes por uma&lt;br /&gt;Nemo será meu nome para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmDWvGKLzBE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmDWvGKLzBE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Sun (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol Dormente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol está dormindo sossegadamente&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez que sob um século&lt;br /&gt;Melancólicos oceanos calmos e vermelhos&lt;br /&gt;Carinho apaixonado enterrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos meus sonhos eu levo minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Pelos meus desejos eu contemplo a minha noite&lt;br /&gt;A verdade no fim do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo fé, fazendo um crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo que esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Dure por uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;As trevas em volta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Margens de um mar solar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, como eu desejo afundar com o sol&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo&lt;br /&gt;Chorando&lt;br /&gt;Com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrimento, é o que tem em um coração humano&lt;br /&gt;De meu Deus eu irei me despedir&lt;br /&gt;Eu velejei na presença de mil luas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca achando para onde ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duzentos e vinte e dois dias de luz&lt;br /&gt;Serão pedidos por uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Um momento para o poeta tocar&lt;br /&gt;Até que não haja mais nada a se dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo que esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Dure por uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;As trevas em volta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Margens de um mar solar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, como eu desejo afundar com o sol&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo&lt;br /&gt;Chorando&lt;br /&gt;Com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1-oH3_akG4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1-oH3_akG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I Had An Angel (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Para um momento de amor &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter o seu anjo essa noite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afundada dentro de um dia morto &lt;br /&gt;Eu dei um passo para fora de um inocente coração &lt;br /&gt;Se prepare para me odiar, caia se eu o fizer &lt;br /&gt;Essa noite vai te machucar como nunca antes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores antigos, eles morrem dificilmente &lt;br /&gt;Mentiras antigas, elas morrem mais dificilmente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Para um momento de amor &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Sua virgem maria desfeita&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou apaixonada pela minha luxúria &lt;br /&gt;Asas de anjos queimam até o pó &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter o seu anjo essa noite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou indo para baixo, tão frágil, tão cruel &lt;br /&gt;Disfarces bêbados mudam todas as regras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores antigos, eles morrem dificilmente &lt;br /&gt;Mentiras antigas, elas morrem mais dificilmente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Para um momento de amor &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Sua virgem maria desfeita&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou apaixonada pela minha luxúria &lt;br /&gt;Asas de anjos queimam até o pó &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter o seu anjo essa noite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor suspense &lt;br /&gt;Não para matar &lt;br /&gt;Mas para ter o prêmio da noite &lt;br /&gt;Hipócrita &lt;br /&gt;Amiga falsa&lt;br /&gt;13º discípula que me traiu por nada &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Última dança, primeiro beijo &lt;br /&gt;Seu toque, minha felicidade &lt;br /&gt;A beleza sempre aparece em pensamentos obscuros &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Para um momento de amor &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Sua virgem maria desfeita &lt;br /&gt;Eu estou apaixonada pela minha luxúria &lt;br /&gt;Asas de anjos queimam até o pó &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter o seu anjo essa noite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de ter um anjo...(x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8262454484450818434?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8262454484450818434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8262454484450818434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8262454484450818434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/8262454484450818434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/nightwish.html' title='Nightwish'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-5171506061687661508</id><published>2007-04-30T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:17:20.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasma da Ópera</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DIwvYLKEQ4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DIwvYLKEQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom Of The Opera (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fantasma da ópera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristine:&lt;br /&gt;No sono, ele cantou a mim&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos, ele veio&lt;br /&gt;Aquela voz que me chama&lt;br /&gt;E fala meu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sonho novamente?&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu acho que o fantasma da ópera está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasma:&lt;br /&gt;Cante mais uma vez comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nosso estranho dueto&lt;br /&gt;Meu poder sobre você&lt;br /&gt;Cresce ainda mais forte&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de você se virar para mim&lt;br /&gt;Para ver por trás&lt;br /&gt;O fantasma da opera está aí&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristine:&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que viram seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Recuaram com medo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a máscara que você usa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasma:&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu que eles ouvem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos:&lt;br /&gt;Seu/meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;e sua/minha voz&lt;br /&gt;Em um só combinados&lt;br /&gt;O fantasma da opera está aí&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de minha/sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes:&lt;br /&gt;Ele está aí&lt;br /&gt;O fantasma da ópera&lt;br /&gt;Tenha cuidado com&lt;br /&gt;O fantasma da ópera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasma:&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as suas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre soube que aquele homem e mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristine:&lt;br /&gt;Estavam ambos em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos:&lt;br /&gt;E neste labirinto,&lt;br /&gt;onde a noite é cega,&lt;br /&gt;O fantasma da ópera está aí&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de sua/minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasma:&lt;br /&gt;Cante, meu anjo da música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristine:&lt;br /&gt;Ele está lá&lt;br /&gt;O fantasma da ópera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-5171506061687661508?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/5171506061687661508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=5171506061687661508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5171506061687661508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/5171506061687661508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/fantasma-da-pera.html' title='Fantasma da Ópera'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2679054819209290725</id><published>2007-04-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:17:56.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Dia de NF (ou melhor dizendo tentativa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjY7yEa96CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Jql-JCIyQMw/s1600-h/Frustada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjY7yEa96CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Jql-JCIyQMw/s320/Frustada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059296962763679778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jurei que ia fazer NF a partir de hoje como sabes... Pois mas tambem sabes que hoje faço anos, logo á jantar especial. A minha mãe comprou lasanha (o meu prato preferido). Não ha como escapar, não é pela tentação (que a isso consigo resistir) é mesmo por ser jantar de aniversario. Passei o dia todo em NF, agora vem os anos estragar tudo. MERDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2679054819209290725?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2679054819209290725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2679054819209290725' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2679054819209290725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2679054819209290725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-dia-de-nf-ou-melhor-dizendo-tentativa.html' title='1º Dia de NF (ou melhor dizendo tentativa)'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjY7yEa96CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Jql-JCIyQMw/s72-c/Frustada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-789347343978429070</id><published>2007-04-28T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:18:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te Rodrigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPCcUa96BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oTFDak6uy0s/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPCcUa96BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oTFDak6uy0s/s320/Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058600598241142802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te amo como se fosses rosa de sal, topázio&lt;br /&gt;ou seta de cravos que propagam o fogo:&lt;br /&gt;amo-te como se amam certas coisas obscuras,&lt;br /&gt;secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te como a planta que não floriu e tem&lt;br /&gt;dentro de si, escondida, a luz das flores&lt;br /&gt;e, graças ao teu amor, vive obscuro em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;o denso aroma que subiu da terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde,&lt;br /&gt;amo-te directamente sem problemas nem orgulho:&lt;br /&gt;amo-te assim porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;br /&gt;a não ser deste modo em que nem eu sou nem tu és,&lt;br /&gt;tão perto que a tua mão no meu peito é minha,&lt;br /&gt;tão perto que os teus olhos se fecham com meu sono.&lt;br /&gt;(Pablo Neruda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-789347343978429070?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/789347343978429070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=789347343978429070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/789347343978429070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/789347343978429070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/amo-te-rodrigo.html' title='Amo-te Rodrigo'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPCcUa96BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oTFDak6uy0s/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6113924696205875936</id><published>2007-04-28T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:18:55.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos passados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPCKka96AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0mZwSUPd0Zg/s1600-h/lay_dark_angel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPCKka96AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0mZwSUPd0Zg/s320/lay_dark_angel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058600293298464770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos momentos passados, agradecemos as oportunidades,&lt;br /&gt;guardamos a felicidade em nossos corações. &lt;br /&gt;Para as tristezas fazemos uma prece, &lt;br /&gt;aos sonhos realizados fechamos os olhos &lt;br /&gt;e recordamos com alegrias cada segundo. &lt;br /&gt;Enfim, dos momentos que se passaram &lt;br /&gt;tentamos a cada momento guardá-los &lt;br /&gt;e todas as vezes que recordarmos tentaremos olhar &lt;br /&gt;com novas visões para nosso próprio crescimento, &lt;br /&gt;pois são dos momentos que se passaram que tiramos conclusões &lt;br /&gt;do que faremos amanhã. &lt;br /&gt;Do momento presente, a vida pede apenas para vivê-los naquele instante,&lt;br /&gt;e jamais tentar transferi-los ou senti-los no passado, &lt;br /&gt;muito menos sofrer ansiosamente por momentos que virão. &lt;br /&gt;Dos momentos futuros, desejá-los e pedir a Deus &lt;br /&gt;que traga os melhores momentos para nossas vidas e aguardá-los. &lt;br /&gt;Cada um a seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se &lt;br /&gt;"Viva o momento presente,&lt;br /&gt;por que o ontem já passou &lt;br /&gt;e o amanhã talvez não venha..." &lt;br /&gt;Por isso viva cada momento intensamente, &lt;br /&gt;como se fosse o último de sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6113924696205875936?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6113924696205875936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6113924696205875936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6113924696205875936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6113924696205875936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/momentos-passados.html' title='Momentos passados'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPCKka96AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0mZwSUPd0Zg/s72-c/lay_dark_angel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7186285452770796351</id><published>2007-04-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:19:27.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Corvo Vicente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPBpEa95_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FP0hy_u-LmU/s1600-h/corvo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPBpEa95_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FP0hy_u-LmU/s320/corvo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058599717772847090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No topo de uma centenária árvore encontrava-se um ninho, dentro dele há três ovos acinzentados. Ninguém podia vê-los porque estavam cobertos de folhas e penas pequeninas. Pousados, no mesmo ramo do ninho, encontravam-se dois corvos. Ambos esperando ansiosamente o momento mais importante de toda a sua vida…o nascimento de três lindos corvos bebés… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos na primavera, o tempo está um pouco ventoso, quando os ovos começam a rachar pouco a pouco…excepto um deles… Somente dois dias depois é que começa a surgir de dentro da casca o terceiro corvo… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quando nasci, imediatamente compreendi que era muito desejado, pois pude a expressão de felicidade que os meus pais demonstraram ao me verem! Mas quando olhei melhor para o que me rodeava reparei em algo…. Eu não estava sozinho! Havia mais duas criaturas horríveis, juntamente comigo e com os meus pais, no meu ninho! Mas por que razão me via eu obrigado a compartilhar o meu espaço com aqueles seres insignificantes? Porque permitiam os meus pais tal coisa? Talvez… tenham sido trazidos para ali para os meus pais se entreterem, enquanto esperavam ansiosamente pelo meu nascimento! Pois com certeza que foi isso! Portanto agora podiam ser descartados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai partiu em busca de alimento para mim, enquanto a minha mãe se entretêm a arranjar o meu ninho, pois eles não querem que me falte nada! As duas criaturas continuam no meu espaço, os meus pais estão tão preocupados em que eu esteja o mais cómodo possível que ainda não tiveram tempo de se livrarem deles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas estão estupidamente encantadas a observar o chão…Eis o momento propicio para me livrar delas, basta um pequeno empurrão por trás...e... já está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ficaram com muito bom aspecto… mas isso também não me interessa! Poupei trabalho aos meus pais… E aí vem o meu pai e trás bastante alimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas!?!? O que é que se passa?!? Os meus pais olham aterrorizados para as criaturas esborrachadas no chão...e depois para mim como se eu tivesse feito algo de errado...não compreendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foste capaz de matar os teus próprios irmãos?!? Pergunta-me o meu pai, enquanto a minha mãe vira-me as costas...consumida pelo desgosto de ter trazido ao mundo mais um “ser” egoísta...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7186285452770796351?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7186285452770796351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7186285452770796351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7186285452770796351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7186285452770796351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-corvo-vicente.html' title='O Corvo Vicente'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPBpEa95_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FP0hy_u-LmU/s72-c/corvo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6980405185547085943</id><published>2007-04-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:19:51.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lema de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPA4Ea95-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/BBegCot3xvA/s1600-h/A+procura+de+um+come%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPA4Ea95-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/BBegCot3xvA/s320/A+procura+de+um+come%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058598875959257058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A felicidade não está no fim da jornada, mas sim em cada curva do caminho que percorremos para a encontrar!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6980405185547085943?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6980405185547085943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6980405185547085943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6980405185547085943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6980405185547085943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/lema-de-vida.html' title='Lema de vida'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPA4Ea95-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/BBegCot3xvA/s72-c/A+procura+de+um+come%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6892826330121111516</id><published>2007-04-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:20:14.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monstros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPAj0a959I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WCCeIgY02VU/s1600-h/Deitada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPAj0a959I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WCCeIgY02VU/s320/Deitada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058598528066906066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me parece e que tu ainda não sabes bem, mesmo bem, mesmo de certeza, que dentro do mundo da tua cabeça tu e que podes inventar e decidir, mesmo quando algum bichinho ou pessoa ou historia vem num sonho e não sabes o que vais fazer com eles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os monstros são feitos pela tua imaginação, és só tu a teres medo, não existem. Se tiveres muito medo eles são maiores e mais horríveis, e se tiveres pouco são mais pequeninos. E como se a tua cabeça fizesse desenhos para explicar como e o medo que tu sentes, só isso, mas podes apaga-los ou manda-los embora assim que quiseres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o que e que acontece quando se ilumina um sonho inteiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s1600-h/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/Rjn0ZUa96LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C-5nvdD8amU/s320/borboletas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060344372143188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6892826330121111516?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6892826330121111516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6892826330121111516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6892826330121111516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6892826330121111516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/monstros.html' title='Monstros...'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjPAj0a959I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WCCeIgY02VU/s72-c/Deitada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-6394361649016235805</id><published>2007-04-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:43:30.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO_-Ua958I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MWVzMML-68Y/s1600-h/Fantasma+montado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO_-Ua958I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MWVzMML-68Y/s320/Fantasma+montado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058597883821811650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida não exige que sejamos coerentes, cruéis, pacientes, prestáveis, zangados, racionais, insensíveis, amorosos, precipitados, compreensivos, neuróticos, cuidadosos, rígidos, tolerantes, gastadores, ricos, miseráveis, meigos, doentes, amáveis, engraçados, estúpidos, saudáveis, gananciosos, belos, preguiçosos, susceptíveis, tolos, partilhadores, pressionados, íntimos, hedonístico, trabalhadores, manipuladores, perspicazes, caprichosos, sensatos, egoístas, generosos ou sacrificados. A vida exige, porém, que vivamos com as consequências das nossas escolhas."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-6394361649016235805?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/6394361649016235805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=6394361649016235805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6394361649016235805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/6394361649016235805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/pensamento-do-dia_28.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO_-Ua958I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MWVzMML-68Y/s72-c/Fantasma+montado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-2783189220708622650</id><published>2007-04-28T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:40:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO_Xka957I/AAAAAAAAAG0/j5RCHO1RXYQ/s1600-h/ATgAAADxN7IeaxrBAw96W1C_Ha8fPaE2lVNKlktGguMSmJzw_bzzYJTnclj96QbwF_L-q1mgLFkzABvxf4so7xUqVI6zAJtU9VCYj9od_IdWHeZwU6lZomaaZZxiyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO_Xka957I/AAAAAAAAAG0/j5RCHO1RXYQ/s320/ATgAAADxN7IeaxrBAw96W1C_Ha8fPaE2lVNKlktGguMSmJzw_bzzYJTnclj96QbwF_L-q1mgLFkzABvxf4so7xUqVI6zAJtU9VCYj9od_IdWHeZwU6lZomaaZZxiyg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058597218101880754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha uma raiva que a invade toda a alma... &lt;br /&gt;Provocando em todo o meu corpo calafrios. &lt;br /&gt;A tristeza...o desgosto...a preocupacao... &lt;br /&gt;Sim...a preocupacao...e a causa... &lt;br /&gt;A causa de toda a minha magoa... &lt;br /&gt;De todo o meu receio &lt;br /&gt;De todos estes sentimentos, &lt;br /&gt;Tao mutuos...tao contraditorios &lt;br /&gt;Enfim...tao confusos e profundos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-2783189220708622650?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/2783189220708622650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=2783189220708622650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2783189220708622650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/2783189220708622650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/magoa.html' title='Magoa'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO_Xka957I/AAAAAAAAAG0/j5RCHO1RXYQ/s72-c/ATgAAADxN7IeaxrBAw96W1C_Ha8fPaE2lVNKlktGguMSmJzw_bzzYJTnclj96QbwF_L-q1mgLFkzABvxf4so7xUqVI6zAJtU9VCYj9od_IdWHeZwU6lZomaaZZxiyg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-781048565414458129</id><published>2007-04-28T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:38:48.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-3ka956I/AAAAAAAAAGs/xixlBLpy-Nw/s1600-h/zinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-3ka956I/AAAAAAAAAGs/xixlBLpy-Nw/s320/zinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058596668346066850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La fora a lua impera no ceu, &lt;br /&gt;Junto com as estrelas cintililantes. &lt;br /&gt;Ca dentro... &lt;br /&gt;Deitada na minha cama, &lt;br /&gt;Gemo baixinho... &lt;br /&gt;Muito baixinho... &lt;br /&gt;Para ninguem ouvir. &lt;br /&gt;Nao consigo dormir! &lt;br /&gt;Na minha mentem fervem, &lt;br /&gt;Palavras e mais palavras. &lt;br /&gt;Perdidas...no vento. &lt;br /&gt;Perdidas...no pensamento. &lt;br /&gt;Viro-me na cama, &lt;br /&gt;Volto-me a virar. &lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos... &lt;br /&gt;Nao consigo dormir, &lt;br /&gt;Imagens perseguem-me, &lt;br /&gt;Sem cessar um instante. &lt;br /&gt;Luto contra tudo isto, &lt;br /&gt;Luto contra mim... &lt;br /&gt;Vez apos vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-781048565414458129?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/781048565414458129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=781048565414458129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/781048565414458129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/781048565414458129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-3ka956I/AAAAAAAAAGs/xixlBLpy-Nw/s72-c/zinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-853929454119689484</id><published>2007-04-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:37:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-hka955I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8QqPCxqvwZI/s1600-h/I+give+you+my+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-hka955I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8QqPCxqvwZI/s320/I+give+you+my+heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058596290388944786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai a noite e eu no meu leito. &lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, mas sem medo, &lt;br /&gt;Penso e repenso... &lt;br /&gt;Sussurro baixinho o teu nome, &lt;br /&gt;Muito baixinho... &lt;br /&gt;Porque é segredo... &lt;br /&gt;Segredo esse que pretendo. &lt;br /&gt;E guardo no meu peito. &lt;br /&gt;Reina a dor e a solidão, &lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite...no meu leito. &lt;br /&gt;Não quero sorrir... &lt;br /&gt;Nem ter sonhos perdidos. &lt;br /&gt;Quero-te aqui comigo, &lt;br /&gt;Como no passado remoto. &lt;br /&gt;Ter-te nos meus braços, &lt;br /&gt;Matar a saudade... &lt;br /&gt;E amar-te meu amor! &lt;br /&gt;Esta noite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-853929454119689484?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/853929454119689484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=853929454119689484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/853929454119689484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/853929454119689484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-hka955I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8QqPCxqvwZI/s72-c/I+give+you+my+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-4428617917402230158</id><published>2007-04-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:35:24.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-Dka954I/AAAAAAAAAGc/rrgOhgylbn4/s1600-h/G%C3%B3ticos+tamb%C3%A9m+choram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-Dka954I/AAAAAAAAAGc/rrgOhgylbn4/s320/G%C3%B3ticos+tamb%C3%A9m+choram.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058595774992869250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, ela e como uma maquina... &lt;br /&gt;Todos os seus gestos são mecanizados. &lt;br /&gt;Limita-se a cumprir a rotina do dia-a-dia, &lt;br /&gt;Imposta pela sociedade... &lt;br /&gt;Tendo de sentir todos aqueles cheiros, &lt;br /&gt;Já seus conhecidos, que a enjoam. &lt;br /&gt;Balbuciando coisas que vem ao acaso, &lt;br /&gt;Numa conversa ou na sua própria mente, &lt;br /&gt;Coisas sem qualquer nexo &lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer significado, para si mesma. &lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo sempre as mesmas frases, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre os mesmos comentários, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre as mesmas conversas, &lt;br /&gt;Provenientes sempre das mesmas pessoas. &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, tem a ousadia de desejar... &lt;br /&gt;Tactear algo diferente algo... &lt;br /&gt;Que não esteja presente naquela rotina. &lt;br /&gt;Farta de ver sempre as mesmas pessoas, &lt;br /&gt;Que vagueiam na sua vida como fantasmas, &lt;br /&gt;Amargurados que não obtiveram perdão, &lt;br /&gt;Tendo assim de se confinarem ao tormento, &lt;br /&gt;De si próprios e de outros...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-4428617917402230158?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/4428617917402230158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=4428617917402230158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4428617917402230158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/4428617917402230158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO-Dka954I/AAAAAAAAAGc/rrgOhgylbn4/s72-c/G%C3%B3ticos+tamb%C3%A9m+choram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-3657759572680413185</id><published>2007-04-28T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:22:47.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO6nUa953I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nssQ6qU_T6M/s1600-h/m10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO6nUa953I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nssQ6qU_T6M/s320/m10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058591991126681458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-3657759572680413185?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/3657759572680413185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=3657759572680413185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3657759572680413185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/3657759572680413185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/pensamento-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO6nUa953I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nssQ6qU_T6M/s72-c/m10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-160954825141161179</id><published>2007-04-28T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:17:59.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 kg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO5YUa952I/AAAAAAAAAGM/svOz6Udb2_k/s1600-h/peso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO5YUa952I/AAAAAAAAAGM/svOz6Udb2_k/s320/peso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058590633917015906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a todos os almoços, jantares, lanches e afins com familia, amigos e ect, engordei 3Kg. Sabes o que isso qur dizer? DEPRESSÃO!!! Mas não vou deixar a gordura vencer... NEVER!!! Vou fazer NF durante uma semana interira e muito muito exercicio. Vamos ver se emagreço ou não...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-160954825141161179?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/160954825141161179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=160954825141161179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/160954825141161179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/160954825141161179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-kg.html' title='3 kg'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjO5YUa952I/AAAAAAAAAGM/svOz6Udb2_k/s72-c/peso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-7659646833043938524</id><published>2007-04-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:07:16.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjFazEa951I/AAAAAAAAAGE/U1GHIG7McAU/s1600-h/soledad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjFazEa951I/AAAAAAAAAGE/U1GHIG7McAU/s320/soledad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057923689920456530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho ódio&lt;br /&gt;De mim própria&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pessimismo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho pouca &lt;br /&gt;Vontade de estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho uma grande&lt;br /&gt;Confusão na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho nada &lt;br /&gt;Ao qual me agarrar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não quero ver &lt;br /&gt;O meu fim…&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não quero acreditar &lt;br /&gt;Que um dia ainda existirá&lt;br /&gt;Algo que faça mudar&lt;br /&gt;Mudar de ideias&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero algo de bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que haverá amor?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não há&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vai existir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje existe sim ódio&lt;br /&gt;Não dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Mas principalmente de mim&lt;br /&gt;Hoje cheguei a um limite&lt;br /&gt;Um limite ao qual &lt;br /&gt;Nem eu sei bem com o descrever&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que esta vida &lt;br /&gt;Não será feita de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que não consigo &lt;br /&gt;Acreditar que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter o amor de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero gritar ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;O ódio…&lt;br /&gt;A infelicidade…&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza…&lt;br /&gt;A desilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes me assombra&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes mando embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta vence-me &lt;br /&gt;Entra dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Da minha mente &lt;br /&gt;Hoje permanece cá&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu tenha força&lt;br /&gt;Para lutar contra ela&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a força não vêem&lt;br /&gt;Hoje este sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Consome-me por dentro&lt;br /&gt;A matar-me aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho um grande ódio&lt;br /&gt;De mim própria&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho vontade de ser esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho vontade de desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho vontade de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;De acreditar em alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que poça dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que valeu a pena&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece que nada serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez este seja um problema meu&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu devia lutar mais&lt;br /&gt;Devia vencer se tivesse mais força&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho força&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não sou forte&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho sei lutar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho nada que me incentive&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho o mundo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas nos olhos e ódio no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje voltei a cair no pessimismo&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que nunca sai de lá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou odiar tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou ter ódio de mim&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ninguém vai reparar nisso&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ninguém sabe quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ninguém me conhece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivo uma vida de mentira&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou a rir quando quero chorar&lt;br /&gt;Onde todos os que me rodeiam &lt;br /&gt;Não fazem a mínima ideia do ódio que tenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é por isso que lhes tenho ódio&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é por isso que lhe chamo conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é por isso que pergunto se os amigos existem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho de mudar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho de ganhar coragem&lt;br /&gt;Lutar mesmo seja para perder&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não vou ser afectada &lt;br /&gt;Pelas batalhas perdidas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e só hoje&lt;br /&gt;Serei tudo e serei nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-7659646833043938524?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/7659646833043938524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=7659646833043938524' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7659646833043938524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2481909630985484344/posts/default/7659646833043938524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Sobre mim...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07623061998092525365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://szablony.diosa.w.interia.pl/Black%20Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjFazEa951I/AAAAAAAAAGE/U1GHIG7McAU/s72-c/soledad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481909630985484344.post-8774422040887558294</id><published>2007-04-26T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:15:22.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjFOpUa950I/AAAAAAAAAF8/16qArhEurbo/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HmZGqik484M/RjFOpUa950I/AAAAAAAAAF8/16qArhEurbo/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057910328277198658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha no mundo estou&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Sentada eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir viver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo esta submerso de prazeres desconhecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Que contenta o pobre espírito do cere em que habita…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me a mais neste mundo,&lt;br /&gt;sem nada para fazer, falar ou mesmo pensar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma dor horrível a passar-me na mente obscura,&lt;br /&gt;que habita no meu espírito fraco e sem valor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso passar no meio da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer ser reparar na minha inútil existência,&lt;br /&gt;Podia ate mesmo morrer a frente deles&lt;br /&gt;E não verem..&lt;br /&gt;É o trágico sabor da vida..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2481909630985484344-8774422040887558294?l=priscila-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscila-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/8774422040887558294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2481909630985484344&amp;postID=8774422040887558294' title='0 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