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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBAPQUg6Tok/Tq9nMZdhPGI/AAAAAAAABWE/qQDqEX1GDPc/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+sofiamora+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBAPQUg6Tok/Tq9nMZdhPGI/AAAAAAAABWE/qQDqEX1GDPc/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+sofiamora+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me ame pelo que eu sou, não pelo o que eu pareço ser. Pois &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"&gt;mudo de roupa todos os dias, meu cabelo cresce, minhas unhas são&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"&gt;cortadas, engordo, emagreço. Minha embalagem é completamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mutável. Já o conteúdo, aquela parte que quase ninguém vê, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"&gt;sempre será o mesmo. Compreenda que não adianta amar o embrulho - &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"&gt;pois esse muda com as estações e você pode não se acostumar -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ame o que estiver por dentro, esse sim é o que importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-2702269192462847886?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/2702269192462847886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=2702269192462847886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/2702269192462847886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/2702269192462847886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-ame-pelo-que-eu-sou-nao-pelo-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBAPQUg6Tok/Tq9nMZdhPGI/AAAAAAAABWE/qQDqEX1GDPc/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+sofiamora+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-2120810470586448675</id><published>2011-11-01T00:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:26:22.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Minha cabeça diz: "Quem se importa?", e meu coração susurra: "Você, estúpida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-2120810470586448675?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/2120810470586448675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=2120810470586448675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/2120810470586448675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/2120810470586448675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2011/11/minha-cabeca-diz-quem-se-importa-e-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-5793119429155403179</id><published>2011-10-08T19:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:07:23.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Pagar bebidas pros seus amigos.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Pegar num tubarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;03. Dizer eu te amo” sentindo amor de verdade.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;04. Abraçar uma árvore.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;05. Achar que vai morrer.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;06. Ficar acordado a noite inteira só pra ver o sol nascer.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Cultivar e comer suas próprias frutas e vegetais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;08. Dormir sob as estrelas.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Mudar a fralda de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10. Ver uma estrela cadente.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11. Ficar embriagado.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Doar coisas para caridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13. Não dormir por 24 horas.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Olhar para o céu e achar o cruzeiro do sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;15. Ter um ataque de riso na pior altura possível.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fazer uma luta de comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;17. Apostar e perder.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;18. Convidar um estranho para sair.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Fazer guerrinha de papel.&lt;br /&gt;20. Pegar num cordeiro.&lt;br /&gt;21. Gritar o mais alto que puder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;22. Andar de montanha russa.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;23. Dançar como um louco e não se preocupar se estão olhando.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Falar com sotaque por um dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;25. Estar mesmo feliz com a tua vida.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;26. Ter dois Hard Drives para o computador.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Conhecer o teu país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;28. Cuidar de alguém embriagado.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;29. Ter amigos fantásticos.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;30. Dançar com um estranho.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;31. Fazer um passeio de noite na praia.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;32. Ficar de coração partido mais tempo do que se esteve realmente apaixonado.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Sentar na mesa de um estranho num restaurante e comer com ele.&lt;br /&gt;34. Imitar uma vaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;35. Fingir que é um super herói.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;36. Cantar no Karaokê.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;37. Mergulhar.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;38. Beijar na chuva.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;39. Brincar na lama.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;40. Brincar na chuva.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;41. Apaixonar-se e não ficar de coração partido.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Fazer uma arte marcial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;43. Entrar num filme.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ser penetra numa festa.&lt;br /&gt;45. Ficar sem comer 5 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;46. Fazer um bolo sozinho.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;47. Fazer uma tatuagem. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;48. Receber flores sem razão.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;49. Representar num palco.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;50. Gravar música.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;51. Ter um caso de uma noite.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;52. Guardar um segredo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;53. Cantar bem alto no carro e não parar quando perceber que tem gente olhando.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;54. Sobreviver a uma doença em que se podia ter morrido.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;55. Perder dinheiro.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;56. Cuidar de alguém com dor de cotovelo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Fazer uma festa legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;58. Por um piercing.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;59. Partir o coração de alguém.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;60. Evitar alguém de propósito.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;61. Andar a cavalo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Fazer uma grande cirurgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;63. Ter uma foto sua num jornal.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;64. Mudar a opinião de alguém sobre alguma coisa em que acreditas profundamente.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;65. Fazer de um inseto um animal de estimação.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Selecionar um autor importante que não trabalhou na escola e lê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;67. Comunicar-se com uma pessoa sem partilharem uma língua em comum.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Escrever a sua própria linguagem no computador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;69. Pensar que está vivendo um sonho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;70. Pintar o cabelo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. 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Perfecta? Nunca&lt;br /&gt;2. Alta? nhe...&lt;br /&gt;3. Está de pijama? Sim... sahuhsaush&lt;br /&gt;4. Canhota? não..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O último:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amigo que você viu: &amp;nbsp;Israel...&lt;br /&gt;2. Pessoa com quem você falou ao telefone: Meu avô&lt;br /&gt;3. Hoje foi melhor que ontem? Não.. foi legal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favoritos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Número? 7&lt;br /&gt;2. Cor? preto&lt;br /&gt;3. Fruta? morango... (L)&lt;br /&gt;4. Lugar? Meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas &amp;amp; Respostas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qual foi a primeira coisa que você fez essa manhã quando acordou? Procurar meu celular..&lt;br /&gt;- Alguma coisa te aborrece? As pessoas..&lt;br /&gt;- Qual foi o ultimo filme que você viu? 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viajar todo o Brasil indo visitar meus amiguinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Acho uma idiotice ser fã dos colírios da Capricho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Tenho a péssima mania de descascar esmalte com a unha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Minha mãe é a minha força, minha base, minha razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Não tenho um cachorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Meu sonho é ser escritora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Tenho uma paixão incondicional pelo nome Lucas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Se pudesse escolher, teria gemeos na minha primeira gravidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Tenho mania de me sentir sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Demoro pra responder no MSN às vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Tenho facilidade em pegar manias e gírias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Roía as unhas, parei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;As músicas que eu mais ouço, é porque geralmente me lembram alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Horas iguais no relógio me perseguem e eu costumo acreditar nelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Pequenas coisas me marcam demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Tenho facilidade em guardar datas de coisas importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Sempre que essa data chega, sendo boa ou ruim, eu lembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Costumo ficar vendo coisas antigas e morrer de saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Eu amo escrever: frases, pensamentos, fanfics, poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Queria saber o que realmente passa na cabeça de algumas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;já me apaixonei por melhor amigo e me arrependo disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Paciência é uma das virtudes que eu não tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Me esforço pra ser uma boa pessoa, pra ser ruim basta eu respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Sou muito intensa em absolutamente tudo que me diz respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Muita gente diz que me odiava antes de me conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Algumas passaram a me odiar mais ainda, depois disso. (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Outras passaram a me amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Por mim todo final de semana eu iria ao cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Sou a diferente da família em todos os aspectos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Adoro esmaltes escuros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Quero aprender tocar violão/bateria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Embora seja cheia de cuidados, tenho um espírito independente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Não falo palavrão na frente dos meus pais, porque eles brigariam comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Não tem nenhum outro dia da semana que eu odeio mais que segunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Quando estou triste, ouço músicas alegres e me alegro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Não me apego tão facilmente às pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Minha cabeça esquece mais rápido que meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Sempre acho que meus sonhos têm avisos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Deixo tudo pra última hora, sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Sempre penso que era feliz e não sabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Homem cheiroso sempre chama minha atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Acho ridículo garota fútil que precisa de status pra ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Sou completamente apaixonada por perfumes masculinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;All My Loving é a música mais linda do mundo, não adianta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;8 de 10 garotos só me deram bola depois que eu não os queria mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Tem pessoas que só de olhar eu já sei se são confiáveis ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Odeio meus defeitos, quando encontro nas outras pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Conto pros meus melhores amigos, quando estou apaixonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Meus tios maternos, avós e primos são tudo pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Amo miojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Pessoas efusivas demais, me soam falsas, muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;De idiota, quieta e boazinha só tenho a cara (e nem isso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Se não fosse tão pessimista, seria mais feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Detesto criança mimada e cheia de chilique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Confesso que sinto uma saudade enorme de pessoas que não merecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>El tiempo pasa tan rapido..! \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KM0Iored23o/TW2Szqyu9DI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jbmFkxZc3A8/s1600/tumblr_ldvw1aF7X11qf6y11o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KM0Iored23o/TW2Szqyu9DI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jbmFkxZc3A8/s400/tumblr_ldvw1aF7X11qf6y11o1_500.png" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No hay un lugar donde podamos&lt;strike&gt; escondernos para&lt;/strike&gt; escapar del tiempo. Podemos escapar de reyes e imperadores, y talvez Dios. Pero no podemos escapar del tiempo. El tiempo nos ve en toda parte, todo a nuestro alrededor esta en este elemento infatigable. El tiempo pasa&lt;strike&gt; y no es un reloj. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;El tiempo va devorando todo atravez de la historia, silenciosa y inexorablemente, como el sol que se levanta en el Este e se pone en el Oeste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;El destruye civilizaciones, corroe antiguos monumentos y devora generaciones atras de generaciones. El tiempo mastica, mastica... y somos nosotros que estamos en el medio de los dientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-3775890622277326181?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/3775890622277326181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=3775890622277326181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/3775890622277326181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/3775890622277326181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-tiempo-pasa-tan-rapido-o.html' title='El tiempo pasa tan rapido..! 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Despues destruye todo y construye otro castillo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;De la misma forma, el tiempo permite que el globo terrestre realize sus experimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;En la tierra, la vida pulsa de forma desordenada, asta que un bello dia nosotros somos modelados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;com el mismo y fragil material de nuestros antepasados. El soplo del tiempo nos perpasa, nos carga y se incorpora a nosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Despues se desprende de nosotros y nos deja caer. Somos arrebatados como en un pase de magia y despues nuevamente abandonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Siempre hay alguna cosa fermentando, a espera de tomar nuestro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Eso porque no tenemosun suelo firme sobre nuestros pies. No tenemos  ni siquiera arena sobre nuestro pies, pues somos arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No hay un lugar donde podamos escondernos para escapar del tiempo. Podemos escapar de reyes y imperadores, y talvez dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pero no podemos escapar del tiempo. El tiempo no ve en toda parte, pues todo a nuestro alrededor esta en este elemento infatigable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;El tiempo no pasa y no es un relog. Nosotros pasamos y son nuestro relojes los que hacen tic tac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;El tiempo va devorando todo atravez de la historia, silenciosa y inexorablemente, como el sol que se levanta en el Este e se pone en el Oeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;El destruye civilizaciones, corroe antiguos monumentos y devora generaciones atras de generaciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;El tiempo mastiga, mastiga... y somos nosotros que estamos en el medio de los dientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEovPmYtHPI/AAAAAAAABF8/nkeXB1uTYqA/s1600/tiempo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEovPmYtHPI/AAAAAAAABF8/nkeXB1uTYqA/s320/tiempo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497258240207822066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-8933734700533366325?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/8933734700533366325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=8933734700533366325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8933734700533366325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8933734700533366325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/07/tiempo.html' title='Tiempo...'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEovPUoNiXI/AAAAAAAABF0/NVsE7OsC5xA/s72-c/castillo+de+arena.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-2337386943683423437</id><published>2010-07-23T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:21:10.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEoUH5_A2OI/AAAAAAAABFk/hx3UO5wtzAM/s1600/rock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497228421215869154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEoUH5_A2OI/AAAAAAAABFk/hx3UO5wtzAM/s320/rock.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;El Rock no se escucha, se siente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-2337386943683423437?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/2337386943683423437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=2337386943683423437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/2337386943683423437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/2337386943683423437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-rock-no-se-escucha-se-siente.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEoUH5_A2OI/AAAAAAAABFk/hx3UO5wtzAM/s72-c/rock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-5520687726574535747</id><published>2010-07-22T01:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:53:07.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escojemos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEfWO8XAGAI/AAAAAAAABFA/q07uidv3xug/s1600/DSCF8893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEfWO8XAGAI/AAAAAAAABFA/q07uidv3xug/s400/DSCF8893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496597422438094850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yo no gastare mis dias intentando prolongarlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yo usare mi tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yo... y yo creo en partes que tu tambien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Elegimos el extasis como estado emocional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Elegimos el amor como nutriente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Elegimos a la tecnologia como vicio de entre otros que no ire a mencionar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Elegimos a la musica como religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Elegimos el conocimiento como moneda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Elegimos la utopia como sociedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Porque todavia esperamos cosas buenas de una sociedad extraña...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;de donde sabemos que puede salir cualquier cosa... (cualquier cosa realmente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5520687726574535747?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5520687726574535747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5520687726574535747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5520687726574535747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5520687726574535747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/07/escojemos.html' title='Escojemos...'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEfWO8XAGAI/AAAAAAAABFA/q07uidv3xug/s72-c/DSCF8893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-9220192419669287684</id><published>2010-07-19T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:39:18.105-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEPWwgcWCyI/AAAAAAAABE4/zu2pqP2aQeM/s1600/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEPWwgcWCyI/AAAAAAAABE4/zu2pqP2aQeM/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495472099153021730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Existen personas que viven soñando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Con lo que deberian haber hecho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Con lo que deberian haber hablado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Con el beso que deberian haber robado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Tu no te arrepientes de lo que no hiciste, pero si de no haber tenido la valentia de llegar y hacer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Son cosas simples que hacen grandes diferencias, y mismo que junto vengan los problemas, es mejor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Pues traen la certeza del hecho y no la duda de lo que podria haber pasado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Es mejor perder lo que se tiene a que no tener nada para perder! Peor de que reir sin motivo, es llorar por no tener un motivo para sonreir... Antes los buenos recuerdos de un pasado bien vivido de que un presente vacio!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ser feliz es poder hacer todo lo que el corazón pide, sin miedo, sin limites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Es descubrir que estar preso a un amor es estar libre para volar para el mejor mundo que existe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-9220192419669287684?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/9220192419669287684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=9220192419669287684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/9220192419669287684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/9220192419669287684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/07/existen-personas-que-viven-sonando-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TEPWwgcWCyI/AAAAAAAABE4/zu2pqP2aQeM/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4791236266082797758</id><published>2010-06-22T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:24:43.247-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Volta e faz uma despedida pelo menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TCAryAlxGOI/AAAAAAAABEw/_9qiwD3oukI/s1600/Imagem+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485432484289124578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TCAryAlxGOI/AAAAAAAABEw/_9qiwD3oukI/s400/Imagem+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje senti uma insegurança que há muito tempo não sentia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medo, ansiedade, angustia e perguntas, muitas perguntas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por um momento desacreditei em mim e no meu direito de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto, desejo tanto, sonho tanto... Mas, tudo me parece tão distante.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me nadando contra a maré, indo contra o fluxo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dizer tudo que sinto e penso sem ter que avaliar nada;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter que me submeter aos joguinhos que estão intrínsecos no convívio humano.&lt;br /&gt;Não ter que abrir mão de amigos especiais, momentos mágicos, pessoas importantes...&lt;br /&gt;Encerrar ciclos sem ter que perder o que foi bom, bonito, sublime e mágico em algum momento.&lt;br /&gt;Queira o universo (ou em quem você acredite) que eu esteja no caminho certo, fazendo as escolhas mais sensatas,&lt;br /&gt;E principalmente, que esteja conseguindo me proteger do sofrimento que a cada dia que passa se torna mais eminente aos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho conseguido passar de um patinho feio ultimamente, toda errada e desajustada de tudo, tem sido duro encarar a mim mesma... tem sido duro olhar para essa pessoa das fotos e não conseguir resgatar a pessoa das fotos bonita e poderosa de alguma forma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4791236266082797758?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4791236266082797758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4791236266082797758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4791236266082797758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4791236266082797758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/06/volta-e-faz-uma-despedida-pelo-menos.html' title='Volta e faz uma despedida pelo menos...'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TCAryAlxGOI/AAAAAAAABEw/_9qiwD3oukI/s72-c/Imagem+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-6947819077981657457</id><published>2010-06-18T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:05:53.768-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>10 mandamentos do gagaismo! \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBuIGLFhPiI/AAAAAAAABEo/sZ1MYv0yOv8/s1600/DSC08631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBuIGLFhPiI/AAAAAAAABEo/sZ1MYv0yOv8/s320/DSC08631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484126610890243618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. Sinta-se livre para ser "freak" e desavergonhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;2. Esteja sempre fabulosa, nem que seja para dar uma volta com o cachorro. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Trocar de roupa tem que ser antes de tudo uma diversão. Pratique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;3. Guie-se pelo sagrado triângulo do estilo: moda, música pop e arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;4. Aprecie os clássicos do passado, mas sempre aumente mil graus na ousadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;5. Siga os mestres da imagem: inspire-se nos grandes fotógrafos de moda.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;6. Pratique o dadaísmo fashion. Não importa se não faz sentido, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;é divertido usar um telefone na cabeça ou um chapéu de lagosta durante o jantar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Projete mensagens visuais impactantes através de suas roupas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;8. Banque o seu look, porque o show tem que continuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;9. Os "monstrinhos" de hoje serão os reis e rainhas do estilo amanhã.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;10. Não se contente com a cópia: escreva sua própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;#ADOREI. Essas regras fashion são muito boas!!! Me identifiquei e vcs?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-6947819077981657457?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/6947819077981657457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=6947819077981657457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6947819077981657457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6947819077981657457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-mandamentos-do-gagaismo-o.html' title='10 mandamentos do gagaismo! \o/'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBuIGLFhPiI/AAAAAAAABEo/sZ1MYv0yOv8/s72-c/DSC08631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4866209634507006742</id><published>2010-06-18T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:31:19.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBt_2L9mY1I/AAAAAAAABEY/IGC0plJm1X4/s1600/ecu+059+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBt_2L9mY1I/AAAAAAAABEY/IGC0plJm1X4/s400/ecu+059+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484117540154532690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't pay attention to me or to anyone else --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;get to know yourself and what you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and work like a fucking machine until you get it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Emilie Autumn -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Não preste atenção em mim nem em mais nada --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;conheça melhor a si mesmo e descubra o que você quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e então trabalhe como uma máquina até conseguir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Emilie Autumn -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4866209634507006742?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4866209634507006742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4866209634507006742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4866209634507006742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4866209634507006742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-pay-attention-to-me-or-to-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBt_2L9mY1I/AAAAAAAABEY/IGC0plJm1X4/s72-c/ecu+059+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-1201028665313855404</id><published>2010-06-09T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:55:54.804-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colores'/><title type='text'>cabello</title><content type='html'>'Wauuu, tu cabello está tan... diferente.' el miro intentando decifrar lo que ella habia hecho  esta vez con el cabello que ya habia provado casi todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'ah, ok...' ella no sabia si era un elogio o una crítica. y ni el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'tu te haces esas cosas en el cabello para parecer mala. yo se, pero tu no me engañas.' el respondio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'hm, mi cabello siempre me denuncia, no?' ela queria saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'si. era rosado cuando tu estabas feliz, rubio cuando tu estabas indecisa, corto cuando tu perdiste un pedazo de ti, azul cuando tu sabias que las cosas iban a pasar, rojo cuando tu estabas en llamas. y ahora verde.' &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;el hizo un juego de palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'es verde limón.' ella miro un cabello que estaba caído sobre su hombro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'debe ser porque  se siente en paz con ella misma...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBPV3gtAyRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/sCKn6jdSYBQ/s1600/DSC09416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBPV3gtAyRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/sCKn6jdSYBQ/s400/DSC09416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481960321088276754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBPUL58E8lI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vmWmZg0BnNA/s1600/DSC09438.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-1201028665313855404?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/1201028665313855404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=1201028665313855404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/1201028665313855404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/1201028665313855404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/06/cabello.html' title='cabello'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/TBPV3gtAyRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/sCKn6jdSYBQ/s72-c/DSC09416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-603771574641993293</id><published>2010-05-06T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:53:36.617-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ola garoto, a quanto tempo não nos falamos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;como estas? espero que esteja bem, espero que estejas feliz onde estiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sabe, ainda me lembro como se fosse ontem o dia em que eu fui embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lembro que chorei como criança, quando me dei conta que um pedaço de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;estava ficando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Quantos momentos ein…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;quantos sorrisos, quantas lagrimas, quantos abraços, quanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sabe, eu nunca mais tive alguém como você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;você me conhecia mais do que eu, nenhuma palavra era necessaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sinto sua falta, sinto muita falta das horas que passavamos falando sobre o nada, contando estrelas, ou ouvindo aquelas musicas que você gostava e me ensinou a gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sinto falta do seu abraço, de sua respiração…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Você se lembra da vez em que resolvemos nos beijar, só de brincadeira, rs, que noite louca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nossa, não consigo lembrar um momento ruim entre nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sinto falta até do seu sorriso sarcastico, e de suas tiradas ironicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Quantas noites passamos juntos? apenas juntos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Queria que estivesse aqui para poder olhar nos seu olhos e lhe apertar em meus braços em forma de um abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Como gostaria que você estivesse aqui…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sabe, na presença da distancia acho que te amo, ainda te amo, te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Meu garoto, a quanto tempo não nos falamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ja nem sei mais…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sinto sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Desculpe-me pelas frases incompletas, pelos pensamentos desencontrados, é que você levou consigo minha ultima lembrança de ternura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLJhmI_5qtA/S-McXIeAuEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q0WYVWKEiX8/s1600/tumblr_kxr7ikhLYj1qa0cijo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLJhmI_5qtA/S-McXIeAuEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q0WYVWKEiX8/s320/tumblr_kxr7ikhLYj1qa0cijo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468245556293843010" border="0" 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Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLJhmI_5qtA/S-McXIeAuEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q0WYVWKEiX8/s72-c/tumblr_kxr7ikhLYj1qa0cijo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-566305390717361659</id><published>2010-04-27T15:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:13:34.153-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/S9cnQVgi2RI/AAAAAAAAA68/cw2yU6paMes/s1600/IMG0403A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/S9cnQVgi2RI/AAAAAAAAA68/cw2yU6paMes/s400/IMG0403A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464879834442422546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cuando crezcas, descubrirás que ya defendiste mentiras, te engañaste a ti mismo o sufriste por tonterías. Si eres un buen guerrero, no te culparás por ello, pero tampoco dejarás que tus errores se repitan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-566305390717361659?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/566305390717361659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=566305390717361659' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/566305390717361659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/566305390717361659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/04/cuando-crezcas-descubriras-que-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/S9cnQVgi2RI/AAAAAAAAA68/cw2yU6paMes/s72-c/IMG0403A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-8604871930444976130</id><published>2010-04-20T23:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:05:45.213-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/S85rVcFofII/AAAAAAAAA60/lk5kq6cUHfE/s1600/DSCF7556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/S85rVcFofII/AAAAAAAAA60/lk5kq6cUHfE/s400/DSCF7556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462421414108232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hay&lt;/span&gt; momentos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt; la vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt; que se deveria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;callar&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dejar&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; silencio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;habla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sentimientos&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lenguaje&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;expresa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hay&lt;/span&gt; emociones que las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;palabras&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;saben&lt;/span&gt; traduzir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-8604871930444976130?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/8604871930444976130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=8604871930444976130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8604871930444976130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8604871930444976130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2010/04/hay-momentos-en-la-vida-en-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/S85rVcFofII/AAAAAAAAA60/lk5kq6cUHfE/s72-c/DSCF7556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-6457763749672831375</id><published>2009-12-03T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:55:41.306-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sxg0_5z0MbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/gjgSwFRyu9E/s1600-h/sofiamora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sxg0_5z0MbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/gjgSwFRyu9E/s400/sofiamora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411133224740204978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;He andado muchos caminos&lt;br /&gt; He buscado mil tesoros&lt;br /&gt; Yo te digo que la vida&lt;br /&gt; vale más que todo el oro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dicen que vivo en la luna&lt;br /&gt; que casí no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt; Yo tengo una gran fortuna&lt;br /&gt; y es la vida enamorada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mi cama será de hierba&lt;br /&gt; Mi techo será de estrellas&lt;br /&gt; Mi casa cualquier camino&lt;br /&gt; mi patria toda la tierra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-6457763749672831375?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/6457763749672831375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=6457763749672831375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6457763749672831375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6457763749672831375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-andado-muchos-caminos-he-buscado-mil.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sxg0_5z0MbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/gjgSwFRyu9E/s72-c/sofiamora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-6811675252813000072</id><published>2009-09-30T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:41:35.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SsOBdrJHr2I/AAAAAAAAA10/Uluys0icFec/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SsOBdrJHr2I/AAAAAAAAA10/Uluys0icFec/s400/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387291926062411618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt; eu quero agradecer a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;todas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as pessoas que passaram pela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;até agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Agradecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; aqueles que duvidaram de mim, que disseram que eu não era capaz e que deveria desistir; afinal foi por causa dessas pessoas que eu venci meus limites, que desafiei os acontecimentos e circunstancias. Foram essas pessoas que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;impulsionaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a ser quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Agradecer a todos os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sonhadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, que mesmo falhando me convenceram que valia a pena tentar. Aos que me deram atenção e aos que me negaram também, isso facilitou distinguir o os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;amigos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;conhecidos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Agradecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; aqueles que me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;repreenderam&lt;/span&gt; severamente, que me podaram o sentimento, que me traíram, que me trocaram por outras pessoas, que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;fizeram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; chorar, que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;magoaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que me tiraram o chão, que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;desfiguraram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; os sonhos, pois com essas pessoas conheci a face da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; e pude aprender tudo o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;se deve fazer para alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;... Acima de tudo, quero agradecer aquelas pessoas amargas, corruptas, egoístas, traiçoeiras, invejosas, torturadoras, manipuladoras, sem caráter, que cruzaram o meu caminho, pois com essas pessoas eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;lição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;O TIPO DE PESSOA QUE NÃO QUERO SER!&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-6811675252813000072?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/6811675252813000072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=6811675252813000072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6811675252813000072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6811675252813000072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-eu-quero-agradecer-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SsOBdrJHr2I/AAAAAAAAA10/Uluys0icFec/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-6354137073709990986</id><published>2009-09-10T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:56:05.943-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras musica'/><title type='text'>Raza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sqls0skFeKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/qDudqJvPP18/s1600-h/IMG_9709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sqls0skFeKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/qDudqJvPP18/s400/IMG_9709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379950882442279074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Raza para vivir, vida para morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Sangre para alcanzar, alas de libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Balas para matar, tierras para luchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Hijos para cuidar, hambre para calmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Blanco, negro, mestizo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Indio y mulato es igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Raza universal, raza de libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Raza para soñar, raza para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Blanco, negro, mestizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Indio y mulato es igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Sangre del mismo color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Mas no de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;No a la guerra de la raza, somos hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bajen las armas, queremos paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Queremos mas que un rio de sangre en tu piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Raza reciclable, raza olvidable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Raza vulnerable, raza desechable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Blanco negro meztizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;indio y mulato es igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-6354137073709990986?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/6354137073709990986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=6354137073709990986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6354137073709990986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6354137073709990986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/09/raza.html' title='Raza'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sqls0skFeKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/qDudqJvPP18/s72-c/IMG_9709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4839875991989277097</id><published>2009-08-08T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:12:33.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I had enough of it, but i don't care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sn1rdQ61-kI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4xNIiSu44TA/s1600-h/mascaras.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367564481397652034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sn1rdQ61-kI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4xNIiSu44TA/s400/mascaras.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga quem você é, me diga&lt;br /&gt;Me fale sobre a sua estrada&lt;br /&gt;Me conte sobre a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Tira, a máscara que cobre o seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Se mostre e eu descubro se eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Do seu verdadeiro jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém merece ser só mais um bonitinho&lt;br /&gt;Nem transparecer consciente e inconsequente&lt;br /&gt;Sem se preocupar em ser adulto ou criança&lt;br /&gt;O importante é ser você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que seja estranho, seja você!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu cabelo não é igual&lt;br /&gt;A sua roupa não é igual&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu tamanho, não é igual&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu caráter, não é igual&lt;br /&gt;Não é igual, não é igual&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367562540013153202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sn1psQsta7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/oEpApD9Muyc/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4839875991989277097?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4839875991989277097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4839875991989277097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4839875991989277097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4839875991989277097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-enough-of-it-but-i-dont-care.html' title='I had enough of it, but i don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sn1rdQ61-kI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4xNIiSu44TA/s72-c/mascaras.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-6154663993622283785</id><published>2009-08-08T08:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:49:50.298-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religiões'/><title type='text'>Mentes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sn1mOcD5dUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4JxPVjityUM/s1600-h/IMG6634A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367558729132242242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sn1mOcD5dUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4JxPVjityUM/s400/IMG6634A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mentes doutrinadas tão freqüentemente&lt;br /&gt;Contém pensamentos doentios&lt;br /&gt;E cometem mais do mal que eles tanto pregam contra...&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me convencer com mensagens de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Vocês nos acusam dos pecados&lt;br /&gt;Cometidos por vocês mesmos&lt;br /&gt;É fácil condenar sem se olhar no espelho&lt;br /&gt;Atrás dos palcos se abre a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio eterno clama por justiça&lt;br /&gt;O perdão não está à venda&lt;br /&gt;Nem é a vontade de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Miles de mães estão rezando por isto&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tão cheios de esperança e tão cheios de merda&lt;br /&gt;Construímos um novo deus para medicar e imitar, nos vendemos falsos&lt;br /&gt;Adornados y bem enganados, algo para ser amado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-6154663993622283785?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/6154663993622283785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=6154663993622283785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6154663993622283785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6154663993622283785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/08/mentes.html' title='Mentes...'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sn1mOcD5dUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4JxPVjityUM/s72-c/IMG6634A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4184329722009777033</id><published>2009-07-16T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:09:56.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandas'/><title type='text'>O Mundo Gotico....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;O que é Goticismo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gótico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; em primeiro lugar, significa: relativo aos godos, uma confederação de tribos germânicas que invadiu o império romano durante o séc. III d.C. e foram os primeiros povos germânicos a se converterem ao cristianismo. A primeira distorção do adjetivo data da renascença. Os italianos achavam que a arte clássica, que admiravam e procuravam reviver, fora corrompida na idade média pelos cristãos. Assim sendo, fizeram dos godos seu Bode-espiatório e taxaram pejorativamente toda arte medieval  de gótica, ampliando assim o sentido da palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A arte gótica era muito conhecida pela arquitetura arrojada, o que permitia aos seus construtores erigirem castelos e fortalezas mais fortes e resistentes de que os de outras civilizações da época. Estes castelos, mansões e fortificações era palco de histórias e lendas, muitas ligadas ao místico e sobrenatural. Ao final do séc. XVIII, eles foram visitados por uma nova estirpe de habitantes. Eram poetas, escritores, ocultistas e sonhadores. Nas sombras eles produziam obras imortais como Frankenstein, O Corvo, As Flores do Mal, Drácula e outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Os góticos tem a mania de achar na literatura uma explicação dos seus profundos sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHNS27oZqI/AAAAAAAAArw/eZ2lo6OgpbE/s1600-h/P6290020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHNS27oZqI/AAAAAAAAArw/eZ2lo6OgpbE/s400/P6290020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359790755414566562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Literatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; gótica é uma das mais profundas que existem, abordam não só de puro amor, histórias fantásticas e contos. Mas também a tristeza e lágrimas nas suas poesias, como dizem por ai: "O melhor texto é aquele que entra como uma faca no coração". Muitas pessoas gostam de ler sobre esses sentimentos pois neles, as pessoas vê o retrato do seu coração, se identificando com os textos. Outras lêem e observa o texto com outro significado, sempre com um aprendizado de superação para suas tristezas, é um mundo paralelo, onde os sonhos e desejos são abordados com corações obscuros, sempre brilhando pelo sonho de amar. Noite, lua, estrelas, sonhos, raiva, rosas e sangue em geral são a maior inspirações para as mentes que homenageam esta literatura tão bela e única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Espirito negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sangue espalhado ao chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eu viverei assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;como um cadáver em seu porão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;corpolento e sem ação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;estou vagando pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seguindo o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que me atrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;até o ultimo beco escuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;com a luz negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;em meu coração rasgado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e ferido por laminas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;serei pra mim a arma secreta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;como um cadáver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vagarei por esse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deserto e sombrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que e a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lord Mistico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Filosofia Gótica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; A filosofia gótica consiste em base de viver em um mundo sem mentiras e lágrimas. Apesar de abordar diversas vezes na sua literatura ou até mesmo na sua arquitetura a sua tristeza, é como se fosse um desabafo, imortalizando a sua lágrima em uma arte para que ela possa ficar lá, e assim, superando a sua própria dor. Consiste no ideal onde o mundo não seria solitário, julgados... tem o objetivo de encontrar uma pessoa que o faça feliz, e que faça esquecer de passagens do seu passado de agonia, tristeza e depressão. Mudar o mundo dentro de si, onde não habita a falsidade e as friezas das pessoas. Ou seja, viver na realidade o seu mundo de sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Os Góticos em gerais são pessoas que sofrem ou sofreram por algo muito forte, ocasionando a sua transformação, e nesta transformação, vários outros caminhos se abrem, caminhos de sabedoria, força, inteligência que podemos seguir. O seu mundo fica cada vez mais melancólico, e geralmente tem uma fácil capacidade de se expressar, ou tem outros que se fecham por incapacidade de sentir. Buscam o individualismo que têm e abrem suas mentes para outros universos mais sensíveis ao mundo. Muitos dos góticos tem 2 caracteristicas marcante entre eles, aqueles que levam os seus sentimentos aos extremos ( sensíveis ) e aqueles onde a raiva ainda vaga pela mente, transformando eles em seres altamente frios, esses geralmente querem se distanciar de todos para que possam pensar sobre as suas vidas. Há alguns raros casos que a pessoa varia de característica dependendo do dia, dai é que vem o termo "inconstância gótica".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; A Maioria dos Góticos vivem em busca da sua Lenda Sentimental, procurando nos seus sentimentos uma razão para viver, muitas vezes vendo que a razão é um bom caminho a ser seguidos em horas de necessidade. Outras seguem outros caminhos, usando outras fontes para que possam esquecer das dores que atormentam o seu coração. As vezes essas outras fontes são utilizadas de uma forma errada, como por exemplo o suicídio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Os Góticos tem uma fascinação incrível pela Noite, sentir o seu vento, a sombra do vento batendo ao seu rosto, fazendo que crie inspirações para os seus sentimentos, é um caminho para achar sua Lenda Sentimental, uma fantasia de prazer para as brilhantes mentes que buscam um conhecimento além do conhecido. Alguns Góticos ( poucos ) gostam de usar a roupa preta como homenagem ao brilho da noite, e ao seus sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Música Gótica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; A Música gótica tem influência de música clássica, vocais clássicos, tenores, sopranos, enfim, vocais belíssimos, violinos, pianos, orquestras, sentimentos e etc. As letras se destacam por ser uma arte no mundo atual, destacam por sua melancolia, abordam sentimentos profundos e de uma forma incrível, falando até memso de coisas obscuras e ocultas, Da vida até a morte, a letra gótica é original por ser algo que faça as pessoas pensarem e pricipalmente sentirem quando elas são escutadas. Diferentes de outros estilos de músicas que buscam somente o entretenimento das pessoas. Atualmente, a música gótica tem sido influênciada pela guitarra, que ocasionou a formação do famoso "Gothic Metal" em bandas atuais. Esta influência criou outros ramos para a música clássica gótica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Teve início no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reino_Unido" title="Reino Unido"&gt;Reino Unido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; durante o final da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_1970" title="Década de 1970"&gt;década de 1970&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; e início da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_1980" title="Década de 1980"&gt;década de 1980&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;, derivado também do gênero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%B3s-punk" title="Pós-punk"&gt;pós-punk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Os elementos eletrônicos, metais, misturados à já conhecida fórmula &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; gerou um álbum considerado por alguns como ainda melhor que seu predecessor, e que teria dado origem ao que alguns chamam de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darkwave" title="Darkwave"&gt;darkwave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. Ainda e talvez entre as bandas mais conhecidas, até pelos não aprofundados no cerne gótico, além de Bauhaus, estejam ainda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cure" title="The Cure"&gt;The Cure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joy_Division" title="Joy Division"&gt;Joy Division&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"A atmosfera é realmente maléfica, mas você se sente à vontade dentro dela". Ao fazer um comentário sobre o lendário filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nosferatu" title="Nosferatu"&gt;Nosferatu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Bernard_Summer&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Bernard Summer (página não existe)"&gt;Bernard Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;, o guitarrista da banda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joy_Division" title="Joy Division"&gt;Joy Division&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;, gerou a definição que muitos consideram a mais concisa do assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Um advento que tomou a cena alternativa de 1990 era chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Industrial&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;, esse tipo de música já havia sido muito bem vindo pelo gótico no fim dos anos 80, a paixão pelo sombrio novamente fez a união. Os góticos, como se sabe, podem olhar para o passado com uma nostalgia irônica, (pois a era vitoriana é transformada em um ambiente muito propício e aconchegante para isso, mas como se sabe, as coisas não são bem assim) já o industrial olha para o futuro com um pessimismo baseado no presente. O industrial legitimo era um acontecimento musical que já havia acontecido vinte anos antes mais ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Eram trabalhos que colocavam em questão até que ponto existiria musicalidade, na arte de fazer barulho.Mas no que diz respeito ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal" title="Heavy metal"&gt;heavy metal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Gavin Badelley, em seu livro Gothic Chic, comenta que muitos góticos acham que trata-se da antítese grosseira, ignorante, machista e pretenciosa de tudo o que eles prezam através da música. No entanto, alguns admitem ser a banda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sabbath" title="Black Sabbath"&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; de grande importância para o estilo, seu primeiro álbum, intitulado com o nome da banda, tráz a descrição de um rito satânico pontuado por efeitos tempestuosos e dobrar de sinos, a capa ainda atrás uma garota pálida vestida de preto em um terreno doentiamente ocre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Bandas de Metal são bandas de Metal em sua essência, apenas utilizam alguns poucos elementos da música e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cultura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; gótica, agradem a quem agradar, o público gótico ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Headbanger" title="Headbanger"&gt;headbanger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; ( e só os de mentes mais abertas ainda em ambos os grupos, os mais purista sempre acabam por renegá-lo, seja do lado que for). E se foi usada dessa conviniência para forjar um casamento mítico para cair nas graças do culto mainstream, isso sim pode ser chamado de armação da mídia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Outro equivoco que vem ocorrendo é classificarem o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lacrimosa" title="Lacrimosa"&gt;Lacrimosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; (banda influente do chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gothic_Metal" title="Gothic Metal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Gothic Metal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;) de rock gótico/darkwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Algumas bandas goticas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIy-bW7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/uVFO59JTZXc/s1600-h/epica1wx8cy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIy-bW7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/uVFO59JTZXc/s400/epica1wx8cy9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778487925955506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Epica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHKPE6lOQI/AAAAAAAAArY/yi5q0E5baXw/s1600-h/The%2B69%2BEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHKPE6lOQI/AAAAAAAAArY/yi5q0E5baXw/s400/The%2B69%2BEyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359787391913900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 69 eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD4HOAuRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/JNnEN9p3Qik/s1600-h/lacrimosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD4HOAuRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/JNnEN9p3Qik/s400/lacrimosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780400325507346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lacrimosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD3_8J4ZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BmngirpWQM0/s1600-h/Evanescence+0+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD3_8J4ZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BmngirpWQM0/s400/Evanescence+0+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780398371561874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD4CQ8t6I/AAAAAAAAArA/up1q2rUm53Y/s1600-h/lacunacoil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD4CQ8t6I/AAAAAAAAArA/up1q2rUm53Y/s400/lacunacoil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780398995650466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lacuna Coil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD4TzOUrI/AAAAAAAAArI/5du3O5lM2hg/s1600-h/img_5146_061tristania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD4TzOUrI/AAAAAAAAArI/5du3O5lM2hg/s400/img_5146_061tristania.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780403702813362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tristania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIhYWenI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QzYySPacO8Y/s1600-h/2079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIhYWenI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QzYySPacO8Y/s400/2079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778483202849394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIu_GPNI/AAAAAAAAAqg/RwRd6VK884U/s1600-h/wall_nightwish1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIu_GPNI/AAAAAAAAAqg/RwRd6VK884U/s400/wall_nightwish1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778486855023826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD47SjymI/AAAAAAAAArQ/584H9T7ba8Y/s1600-h/music_him_002655_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHD47SjymI/AAAAAAAAArQ/584H9T7ba8Y/s400/music_him_002655_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780414303226466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e tem muiiitas mais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Estetica, Visual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca viu um grupo ou pelo menos uma pessoa andando pela rua vestida totalmente de preto, usando crucifixos, ankhs, pentagramas, com piercings e cabelo fora do comum?&lt;br /&gt;Outras ideologias também usam muito o "preto" no seu visual, e entre elas existem sempre uma atitude que contradiz o que a sociedade atual impõe, fazendo que ela seja contra esta tal ideologia, mas o problema é que esse desfavorecimento é geral, e na maioria dos casos, o preto é jogado para os góticos, que estão cada vez mais sendo julgados de rebeldes da sociedade ou adolescentes mimados. Muitas pessoas não conhecem a cultura gótica, ainda existe muito preconceito com ela, e por não conhecer, as pessoas tem medo, e por terem medo, acabam julgando esse estilo de viver. E por causa disso, acabam influenciando na nossa própria ideologia, como por exemplo, o medo dos Neogóticos assumirem que são góticos, por terem medo da reação da sociedade sobre eles, transformando a ideologia dentro de si como se fosse uma vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_AyKZUVWI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZIT3L1Yp_CE/s1600-h/gohgrls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_AyKZUVWI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZIT3L1Yp_CE/s400/gohgrls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359214049610716514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHNTnXod-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/SBwgSEa-tX8/s1600-h/gothic_girl005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHNTnXod-I/AAAAAAAAAsI/SBwgSEa-tX8/s400/gothic_girl005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359790768416913378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHP22sPTVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/9CUHgCd0PaQ/s1600-h/007731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHP22sPTVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/9CUHgCd0PaQ/s400/007731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359793572848553298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tem os góticos que adoram vampiros,  Coturnos, meias de  listras PB (um ítem bem clássico usado pelo Tim Burton e muito presente entre os góticos), sainhas com volume e parte de cima no estilo corset, quase uma  bailarina. O material "vinil", aí presente no coturno e na mochila são também  usados com frequência, e fazem um link com o sadô-masô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_AzFqsj3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/lwvzhDaL1yQ/s1600-h/gohgrls6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_AzFqsj3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/lwvzhDaL1yQ/s400/gohgrls6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359214065521299314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHKPQy8TjI/AAAAAAAAArg/LirX5LYnfHI/s1600-h/foto8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHKPQy8TjI/AAAAAAAAArg/LirX5LYnfHI/s400/foto8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359787395103084082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O Cyber-gótico é um visual com muito tecido sintético, coturnos de solado bem  alto, com um quê de Marilyn Manson. Na gringa tem muitos cybers, eles costumam  usar esses óculos estilo gogle, as vezes até modelos de esquiar na neve. Coisas  bem grandes e exageradas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_Ayw9my6I/AAAAAAAAApw/DQrBtf73oWw/s1600-h/gohgrls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_Ayw9my6I/AAAAAAAAApw/DQrBtf73oWw/s400/gohgrls3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359214059963468706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Também tem o gótico que traz uma proposta meio vitoriana, tudo a ver  com o estilo "vampiros de antigamente" fazendo um look bem mais elegante. Super  refinado, mas sempre cheio de preto e com ícones clássicos como rosas e  morcegos. Esses trocam o coturno por um sapato mais chique, mas sempre preto.  Muitos acessórios finos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_AyvcehOI/AAAAAAAAApo/qbyyy7ogSHw/s1600-h/gohgrls4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl_AyvcehOI/AAAAAAAAApo/qbyyy7ogSHw/s400/gohgrls4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359214059556078818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHNTUFL5pI/AAAAAAAAAsA/29ySzVt4UNs/s1600-h/musica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHNTUFL5pI/AAAAAAAAAsA/29ySzVt4UNs/s400/musica1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359790763239270034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tem os góticos que curtem essa vibe de vampiros, que adoram usar roupas que  lembrem o figurino de Drácula. A cor, quando existe, vem sempre em tons escuros:  verde, vinho, roxo. Caveirinhas são um ícone, já que a gótico lida muito bem com  a morte. Vampiros são mortos-vivos, afinal de contas! Sem falar nessas de ir no  cemitério. Eu honestamente já fui ao cemitério para visitar e  achei bem agradável. Você esquece que está no meio de uma metrópole de tão calmo  e silencioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;É difícil conhecer um gótico que não tenha passado por isso, uma pessoa ir até você e perguntar, "Você é satânico?". A resposta todos já devem saber, "Não"( Mesmo porque, satânico esconde sua magia, não liberta ela a face de todos ). O gótico é uma ideologia e não uma pessoa, e por isso, o gótico não segue nenhuma religião, pois não gostam de seguir mandamentos e regras de outros. A religião é encarada como se fosse algo fantástico, um mundo de fantasia aonde as pessoas fogem da sua realidade e tristezas e buscam através de uma reza, uma salvação. As esperanças é importante para os humanos, mas o gótico não vê esperanças certeza para a sua salvação, mesmo porque, em toda a sua vida nunca aconteceu um milagre para que possa salvar a ovelha negra perdida. Os Góticos acreditam que a esperanças é cultivada através da vontade dos próprios seres, mas como nonosso desejado mundo, quem somos nós para julgar as mentes de outras pessoas? Respeito é fundamental. Cada um com a sua crença, cada um com o seu sonho...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TV e cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O cinema e a TV deram um bom espaço para "goth culture" através de filmes, séries etc, como por exemplo, os filmes &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nosferatu" title="Nosferatu"&gt;Nosferatu&lt;/a&gt;, filmes da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hammer_films&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Hammer films (página não existe)"&gt;Hammer films&lt;/a&gt;, produções de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Burton" title="Tim Burton"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr%C3%A1cula" title="Drácula"&gt;Drácula&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Fam%C3%ADlia_Addams" title="A Família Addams" class="mw-redirect"&gt; A Família Addams&lt;/a&gt; o filme, Entrevista com o vampiro, Jovens Bruxas, Estranho mundo de Jack, Noiva cadaver, etc, ou seriados como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fam%C3%ADlia_Addams" title="Família Addams" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Família Addams&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Os_Monstros" title="Os Monstros" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Os Monstros&lt;/a&gt; nos anos 60.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIGNDOpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/06--SLKagRQ/s1600-h/familiaaddams_1991_poster_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIGNDOpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/06--SLKagRQ/s400/familiaaddams_1991_poster_grande.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778475907693202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIRBaDMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ijq4MIIEuLI/s1600-h/sweeney-todd-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHCIRBaDMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ijq4MIIEuLI/s400/sweeney-todd-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778478811647170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Espero que tenham entendido  e que tenham gostado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;O gotico é uma arte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4184329722009777033?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4184329722009777033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4184329722009777033' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4184329722009777033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4184329722009777033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-gotico.html' title='O Mundo Gotico....'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SmHNS27oZqI/AAAAAAAAArw/eZ2lo6OgpbE/s72-c/P6290020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4164059041915129904</id><published>2009-07-16T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:30:38.909-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandas'/><title type='text'>\,,/  Hoje é dia do ROCK!</title><content type='html'>Pra comemorar o dia do Rock, eu achei que podiamos conhecer melhor e viajar pelo mundo das bandas de rock, metal, punks, grunges...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vocês......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A historia do Rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\,,/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9_ATE0v0I/AAAAAAAAApY/gVP3aZImq7o/s1600-h/the-rolling-stones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9_ATE0v0I/AAAAAAAAApY/gVP3aZImq7o/s400/the-rolling-stones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359141724691414850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O  rock muitas vezes gira em torno da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitarra_el%C3%A9trica" title="Guitarra elétrica"&gt;guitarra elétrica&lt;/a&gt; ou do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viol%C3%A3o" title="Violão" class="mw-redirect"&gt;violão&lt;/a&gt; e utiliza um forte &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backbeat" title="Backbeat" class="mw-redirect"&gt;backbeat&lt;/a&gt; (contratempo) estabelecido pelo ritmo do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baixo_el%C3%A9trico" title="Baixo elétrico"&gt;baixo elétrico&lt;/a&gt;, da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bateria_%28instrumento_musical%29" title="Bateria (instrumento musical)"&gt;bateria&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teclado_%28m%C3%BAsica%29" title="Teclado (música)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;teclado&lt;/a&gt;, e outros instrumentos como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%93rg%C3%A3o" title="Órgão"&gt;órgão&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano" title="Piano"&gt;piano&lt;/a&gt;, ou, desde a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_1970" title="Década de 1970"&gt;década de 1970&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sintetizador" title="Sintetizador"&gt;sintetizadores&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital" title="Digital" class="mw-redirect"&gt;digitais&lt;/a&gt;. Junto com a guitarra ou teclado, o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saxofone" title="Saxofone"&gt;saxofone&lt;/a&gt; e a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaita" title="Gaita"&gt;gaita&lt;/a&gt; (estilo blues) são por vezes utilizados como instrumentos solo. Em sua "forma pura", o rock "tem três acordes, um forte e insistente contratempo e uma melodia cativante".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9_ABZtM8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/cnk159reCR4/s1600-h/250px-Onalaska-Practice6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9_ABZtM8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/cnk159reCR4/s400/250px-Onalaska-Practice6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359141719947162562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cena psicodélica verdadeiramente engatou em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1967" title="1967"&gt;1967&lt;/a&gt; com os lançamentos de LPs como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sgt._Pepper%27s_Lonely_Hearts_Club_Band" title="Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/a&gt;, dos Beatles, e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Their_Satanic_Majesties_Request&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Their Satanic Majesties Request (página não existe)"&gt;Their Satanic Majesties Request&lt;/a&gt;, dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolling_Stones" title="Rolling Stones" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Stones&lt;/a&gt;, além dos álbuns homônimos de estréia das bandas &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Doors" title="The Doors"&gt;The Doors&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jefferson_Airplane" title="Jefferson Airplane"&gt;Jefferson Airplane&lt;/a&gt;. Com o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ver%C3%A3o_do_Amor" title="Verão do Amor"&gt;Verão do Amor&lt;/a&gt; atingindo seu pico, o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festival_Pop_de_Monterey" title="Festival Pop de Monterey"&gt;Festival Pop de Monterey&lt;/a&gt; destacou as performances de Jefferson Airplane e apresentou &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Joplin" title="Janis Joplin"&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimi_Hendrix" title="Jimi Hendrix"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/a&gt;. O auge desta tendência de grandes festivais de rock foi o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festival_de_Woodstock" title="Festival de Woodstock"&gt;Festival de Woodstock&lt;/a&gt;, em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1969" title="1969"&gt;1969&lt;/a&gt;. Bandas da cultura &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Paisley_Underground&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Paisley Underground (página não existe)"&gt;Paisley Underground&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles" title="Los Angeles"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt; também se destacaram neste cenário pós-final de década.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95J3iv_xI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mRSW5W8QIWE/s1600-h/jimi-hendrix-poster-card-c10204237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95J3iv_xI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mRSW5W8QIWE/s400/jimi-hendrix-poster-card-c10204237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359135292029665042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jimy Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9_AENXRpI/AAAAAAAAApI/DDIpFLzXP_A/s1600-h/the-best-of-the-doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9_AENXRpI/AAAAAAAAApI/DDIpFLzXP_A/s400/the-best-of-the-doors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359141720700700306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MmueAjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/c7kJgP0QIo8/s1600-h/The.Rolling.Stones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MmueAjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/c7kJgP0QIo8/s400/The.Rolling.Stones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359136438566650418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MOjqamI/AAAAAAAAAoo/yYF7OA9ak-U/s1600-h/janis-joplin-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MOjqamI/AAAAAAAAAoo/yYF7OA9ak-U/s400/janis-joplin-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359136432078875234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_1980" title="Década de 1980"&gt;década de 1980&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As letras do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_rock" title="Punk rock"&gt;punk rock&lt;/a&gt; são tipicamente francas e conflituosas em comparação com outros gêneros musicais populares e freqüentemente abordam questões sociais e políticas.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Canções como "Career Opportunities", do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clash" title="Clash" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Clash&lt;/a&gt;, lidam com o desemprego e a dura realidade da vida urbana. Principalmente em seu início, o punk britânico tinha como objetivo central ulttrajar e se chocar o sistema vigente. Clássicos dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_Pistols" title="Sex Pistols"&gt;Sex Pistols&lt;/a&gt; como "Anarchy in the UK" e "God Save the Queen" abertamente afrontavam o sistema político e os costumes sociais britânicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"O punk foi uma completa revolta cultural. Foi uma grave confrontação com o lado obscuro da história e da cultura, com as fantasias da direita, com os tabus sexuais, uma investigação de maneira minuciosa que nunca havia sido feito antes por qualquer geração".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JZtT3KI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pnJ5JbcH1go/s1600-h/sex-pistols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JZtT3KI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pnJ5JbcH1go/s400/sex-pistols.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359135284020894882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes, muitas letras de punk rock tratam de assuntos já tradicionais dentro do rock, como o namoro, decepções amorosas e sair com alguém; a abordagem variava entre a falta de emoção e a simplicidade agressiva padrão dos Ramones, como em "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" , e um estilo mais sincero e sem ambigüidades de muitos grupos pop punks que surgiriam depois.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JCkB11I/AAAAAAAAAn4/jrCNjDmLNj8/s1600-h/ramones_-_ramones_a-ramones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JCkB11I/AAAAAAAAAn4/jrCNjDmLNj8/s400/ramones_-_ramones_a-ramones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359135277807949650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralelamente a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Wave" title="New Wave"&gt;New Wave&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%B3s-punk" title="Pós-punk"&gt;pós-punk&lt;/a&gt; desenvolvia-se como uma conseqüência natural do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_rock" title="Punk rock"&gt;punk rock&lt;/a&gt;. De certa forma, o movimento estava preso ao punk rock. Apesar de alguns virem um intercâmbio com a New Wave, o pós-punk foi tipicamente mais desafiador e artístico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O movimento foi efetivamente iniciado com as estréias das bandas &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_Image_Ltd." title="Public Image Ltd."&gt;Public Image Ltd.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychedelic_Furs" title="Psychedelic Furs" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Psychedelic Furs&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joy_Division" title="Joy Division"&gt;Joy Division&lt;/a&gt;. Logo se juntariam &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siouxsie_%26_the_Banshees" title="Siouxsie &amp;amp; the Banshees"&gt;Siouxsie &amp;amp; the Banshees&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fall" title="The Fall"&gt;The Fall&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gang_of_Four" title="Gang of Four"&gt;Gang of Four&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cure" title="The Cure"&gt;The Cure&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%26_the_Bunnymen" title="Echo &amp;amp; the Bunnymen"&gt;Echo &amp;amp; the Bunnymen&lt;/a&gt;. Predominantemente um fenômeno britânico, o sun-gênero seguiu nos anos oitenta com uma maior exposição comercial no Reino Unido e no exterior, mas a banda mais bem sucedida a emergir da era pós-punk foram os &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irlanda" title="Irlanda"&gt;irlandeses&lt;/a&gt; do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/U2" title="U2"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt;, que até o final daquela década se tornariam uma das maiores bandas no mundo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JRNHb6I/AAAAAAAAAoA/PMNsCnsF3bA/s1600-h/the-cure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JRNHb6I/AAAAAAAAAoA/PMNsCnsF3bA/s400/the-cure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359135281738379170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MxdNw6I/AAAAAAAAApA/AUJJPWl5LP0/s1600-h/u22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MxdNw6I/AAAAAAAAApA/AUJJPWl5LP0/s400/u22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359136441447072674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bandas de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_progressivo" title="Rock progressivo"&gt;rock progressivo&lt;/a&gt; foram além das fórmulas estabelecidas dentro do rock e passaram a experimentar diferentes instrumentos, tipos de canções e formas musicais. Algumas bandas como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatles" title="Beatles" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Beatles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Animals" title="The Animals"&gt;Eric Burdon &amp;amp; The Animals&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd" title="Pink Floyd"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moody_Blues" title="Moody Blues" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Moody Blues&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Procol_Harum" title="Procol Harum"&gt;Procol Harum&lt;/a&gt; experimentaram novos instrumentos que incluindo seções com instrumentos de sopro e orquestras. Muitas dessas bandas caminharam das convencionais canções de três minutos em direção a composições mais longas, com acordes cada vez mais sofisticados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JlzpabI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6N24ACZar5A/s1600-h/retrato+beatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl95JlzpabI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6N24ACZar5A/s400/retrato+beatles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359135287268698546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96L97FEtI/AAAAAAAAAog/IipUFznzBss/s1600-h/25-pinkfloyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96L97FEtI/AAAAAAAAAog/IipUFznzBss/s400/25-pinkfloyd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359136427613688530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dos sub-gêneros mais populares da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_1980" title="Década de 1980"&gt;década de 1980&lt;/a&gt; foi o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glam_metal" title="Glam metal"&gt;glam metal&lt;/a&gt;. Influenciado por vários artistas do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hard_rock" title="Hard rock"&gt;hard rock&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal" title="Heavy metal"&gt;heavy metal&lt;/a&gt; da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9cada_de_1970" title="Década de 1970"&gt;década anterior&lt;/a&gt;, tais como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aerosmith" title="Aerosmith"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen" title="Queen"&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss" title="Kiss"&gt;Kiss&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Cooper" title="Alice Cooper"&gt;Alice Cooper&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet" title="Sweet"&gt;Sweet&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_Dolls" title="New York Dolls" class="mw-redirect"&gt;New York Dolls&lt;/a&gt;, a primeira leva de bandas de glam metal que ganharam notabilidade foram: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%B6tley_Cr%C3%BCe" title="Mötley Crüe"&gt;Mötley Crüe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skid_Row" title="Skid Row"&gt;Skid Row&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/W.A.S.P." title="W.A.S.P."&gt;W.A.S.P.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ratt" title="Ratt"&gt;Ratt&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison" title="Poison"&gt;Poison&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiet_Riot" title="Quiet Riot"&gt;Quiet Riot&lt;/a&gt;, além da mais conhecida delas -mas formada nos anos setenta-, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss" title="Kiss"&gt;Kiss&lt;/a&gt;. Ficaram conhecidos pelo estilo de vida excessivo, que se refletia no vestuário, na maquiagem e nos cabelhos espalhafatosos. Suas canções também eram geralmente focadas na tríade sexo, bebidas e drogas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91p-_sLyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gcxsq8ENYpQ/s1600-h/img_5066_062kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91p-_sLyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gcxsq8ENYpQ/s400/img_5066_062kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131445739400994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que este "lado glam" do metal entrou em ascensão, bandas como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Maiden" title="Iron Maiden"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica" title="Metallica"&gt;Metallica&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slayer" title="Slayer"&gt;Slayer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megadeth" title="Megadeth"&gt;Megadeth&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthrax" title="Anthrax" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Anthrax&lt;/a&gt;, conduziram o metal a sua cena original, que passou a ser chamado de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal" title="Heavy metal"&gt;heavy metal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zCEEJjrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/b0kI9u1o0jM/s1600-h/sbsr13_metallica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zCEEJjrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/b0kI9u1o0jM/s400/sbsr13_metallica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359128560882257586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91qfIcAFI/AAAAAAAAAno/Ntd3geuaR0c/s1600-h/iron_maiden2tifbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91qfIcAFI/AAAAAAAAAno/Ntd3geuaR0c/s400/iron_maiden2tifbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131454366023762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1987" title="1987"&gt;1987&lt;/a&gt;, surgiu uma nova geração de artistas do glam metal, entre os quais &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bon_Jovi" title="Bon Jovi"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L.A._Guns" title="L.A. Guns"&gt;L.A. Guns&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison" title="Poison"&gt;Poison&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Faster_Pussycat&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Faster Pussycat (página não existe)"&gt;Faster Pussycat&lt;/a&gt;. Formado a partir da fusão de integrantes do L.A. Guns e do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hollywood_Rose" title="Hollywood Rose"&gt;Hollywood Rose&lt;/a&gt;, os &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guns_N%27_Roses" title="Guns N' Roses"&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;/a&gt; emergiram desta cena glam rumo a um grande sucesso comercial, embora eles não sejam categorizado como uma típica banda de glam metal como as demais citadas neste tópico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91piHGYcI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-90f3UnUuqc/s1600-h/guns-n-roses-chinese-democracy-lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91piHGYcI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-90f3UnUuqc/s400/guns-n-roses-chinese-democracy-lyrics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131437985849794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91q96vBUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JuFodQrIgao/s1600-h/bon_jovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91q96vBUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JuFodQrIgao/s400/bon_jovi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131462630049090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/musicacultura/anos_90.htm"&gt;Anos 90&lt;/a&gt; : década de fusões e experimentações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Esta década foi marcada por fusões de ritmos diferentes e do sucesso, em nível mundial. Bandas como Red Hot Chili Peppers e Faith no More fundem o heavy metal e o funk, ganhando o gosto dos roqueiros e fazendo grande sucesso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vj7vPmXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WUS2hSZq_Ac/s1600-h/red_hot_chili_peppers_01_500_375_Warner_Music_Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vj7vPmXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WUS2hSZq_Ac/s400/red_hot_chili_peppers_01_500_375_Warner_Music_Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359124744716130674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surge o movimento grunge em Seattle, na California. O grupo Nirvana, liderado por Kurt Cobain, é o maior representante deste novo estilo.  Soundgarden, Pearl Jam e Alice In Chains também fazem sucesso no cenário grunge deste período.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9twl2LT2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/n7r-JV4CXrI/s1600-h/nirvana_0013_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9twl2LT2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/n7r-JV4CXrI/s400/nirvana_0013_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359122763154673506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Neo-Psicodelismo: as ideais de paz e amor são retomadas, mas sem a ingenuidade dos anos 60. Exemplo de bandas: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/U2" title="U2"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt; (oriundo do movimento pós-punk do início da década de 80), &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/R.E.M." title="R.E.M."&gt;R.E.M.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smashing_Pumpkins" title="Smashing Pumpkins" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cake" title="Cake"&gt;Cake&lt;/a&gt;, entre outros.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkZJmknI/AAAAAAAAAmI/imZ3faMiTc4/s1600-h/img_4666_35Smashing_Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkZJmknI/AAAAAAAAAmI/imZ3faMiTc4/s400/img_4666_35Smashing_Pumpkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359124752611316338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smashing_Pumpkins" title="Smashing Pumpkins" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metal_alternativo" title="Metal alternativo"&gt;Metal alternativo&lt;/a&gt;: é uma forma eclética de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal" title="Heavy metal"&gt;heavy metal&lt;/a&gt;. Algumas bandas surgidas, com esse estilo, são:&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evanescence" title="Evanescence"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/System_of_a_Down" title="System of a Down"&gt;,  System of a Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zBxRSuKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/uI3apdRr434/s1600-h/8818System.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zBxRSuKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/uI3apdRr434/s400/8818System.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359128555837110434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkgrizzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/THOCZ8BDFz0/s1600-h/evanescence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkgrizzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/THOCZ8BDFz0/s400/evanescence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359124754632724274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nu_metal" title="Nu metal"&gt;Nu metal&lt;/a&gt;: também conhecido como new metal ou nu-metal, é caracterizado por bandas que misturam outros estilos musicais nas suas composições, notadamente &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rap" title="Rap"&gt;rap&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsica_eletr%C3%B4nica" title="Música eletrônica"&gt;música eletrônica&lt;/a&gt;. Por causa disso, é ignorado pelos entusiastas puristas de heavy metal. Bandas deste estilo incluem &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slipknot" title="Slipknot"&gt;Slipknot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korn" title="Korn"&gt;Korn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limp_Bizkit" title="Limp Bizkit"&gt;Limp Bizkit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/P.O.D." title="P.O.D."&gt;P.O.D.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linkin_Park" title="Linkin Park"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Papa_Roach" title="Papa Roach"&gt;Papa Roach&lt;/a&gt;. Alguns atribuem a origem do estilo ao &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faith_No_More" title="Faith No More"&gt;Faith No More&lt;/a&gt;, enquanto outros remetem à sonoridade adoptada pelo &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantera_%28banda%29" title="Pantera (banda)"&gt;Pantera&lt;/a&gt; a partir do seu quinto disco, Cowboys From Hell (91).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9y_o0SQJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/YVnjMuy7g24/s1600-h/slipknot-vermilion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9y_o0SQJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/YVnjMuy7g24/s400/slipknot-vermilion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359128519208222866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zC8kG9TI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZZdAmeuqxlI/s1600-h/Pantera+02.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zC8kG9TI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZZdAmeuqxlI/s400/Pantera+02.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359128576048690482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_metal" title="Death metal"&gt;Death metal&lt;/a&gt;: tendo suas origens na metade da década de 80 com bandas como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mantas" title="Mantas" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Mantas&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtic_Frost" title="Celtic Frost"&gt;Celtic Frost&lt;/a&gt; ficou conhecido como estilo musical dentro do heavy metal no final dos anos 80 e começo dos anos 90. O death metal é um estilo musical extremo que aborda desde satanismo, guerras e até assassinatos,suicídios e carnificinas.O death metal tem muitas outras vertentes dentro de si, como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Thrash_death_metal&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Thrash death metal (página não existe)"&gt;thrash death metal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tech_death_metal&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Tech death metal (página não existe)"&gt;tech death metal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Splatter_death_metal&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Splatter death metal (página não existe)"&gt;splatter death metal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_metal_mel%C3%B3dico" title="Death metal melódico"&gt;death metal melódico&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brutal_death_metal" title="Brutal death metal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;brutal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brutal_death_metal" title="Brutal death metal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;death metal&lt;/a&gt;, etc. O som é caracterizado por riffs pesados e distorcidos e por vocais guturais. Bandas desse estilo incluem &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morbid_Angel" title="Morbid Angel"&gt;Morbid Angel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannibal_Corpse" title="Cannibal Corpse"&gt;Cannibal Corpse&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death" title="Death"&gt;Death&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obituary" title="Obituary"&gt;Obituary&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deicide" title="Deicide"&gt;Deicide&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryptopsy" title="Cryptopsy"&gt;Cryptopsy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nile" title="Nile"&gt;Nile&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benediction" title="Benediction"&gt;Benediction&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krisiun" title="Krisiun"&gt;Krisiun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dismember" title="Dismember"&gt;Dismember&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entombed" title="Entombed"&gt;Entombed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flames" title="In Flames"&gt;In Flames&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soilwork" title="Soilwork"&gt;Soilwork&lt;/a&gt;, e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Children_of_Bodom" title="Children of Bodom"&gt;Children of Bodom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkxA0AoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/bVUbxsaklNU/s1600-h/cannibalcorpse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkxA0AoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/bVUbxsaklNU/s400/cannibalcorpse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359124759016899202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_metal" title="Black metal"&gt;Black metal&lt;/a&gt;: é a vertente mais extrema e obscura dentro do heavy metal, surgiu no começo dos anos 80 com bandas como &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venom" title="Venom"&gt;Venom&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercyful_Fate" title="Mercyful Fate"&gt;Mercyful Fate&lt;/a&gt; mas que tinha uma sonoridade bem mais parecida com o heavy metal tradicional e nada parecido com o black metal de hoje em dia. O som é caracterizado por letras satanicas,por vocais rasgados e riffs de guitarra rápidos e pesados. As bandas mais conhecidas são: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Diamond" title="King Diamond"&gt;King Diamond&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarc%C3%B3fago" title="Sarcófago"&gt;Sarcófago&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krisiun" title="Krisiun"&gt;Krisiun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marduk" title="Marduk" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Marduk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emperor" title="Emperor"&gt;Emperor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gorgoroth" title="Gorgoroth"&gt;Gorgoroth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimmu_Borgir" title="Dimmu Borgir"&gt;Dimmu Borgir&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cradle_of_Filth" title="Cradle of Filth"&gt;Cradle of Filth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immortal" title="Immortal"&gt;Immortal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Funeral" title="Dark Funeral"&gt;Dark Funeral&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darkthrone" title="Darkthrone"&gt;Darkthrone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91qCs2MmI/AAAAAAAAAng/FF8PoipfJ2w/s1600-h/PHTO0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl91qCs2MmI/AAAAAAAAAng/FF8PoipfJ2w/s400/PHTO0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131446734107234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_industrial" title="Rock industrial"&gt;Rock industrial&lt;/a&gt;: faz uso de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsica_industrial" title="Música industrial"&gt;industrial&lt;/a&gt; (uma vertente da música eletrônica) em conjunção com o rock, mas ao contrário do new metal, praticamente não há elementos sonoros de rap. As músicas deste gênero também são consideradas experimentais, por adicionar sonoridades e distorções fora do convencional. Exemplos incluem &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marilyn_Manson" title="Marilyn Manson"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nine_Inch_Nails" title="Nine Inch Nails"&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rammstein" title="Rammstein"&gt;Rammstein&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear_Factory" title="Fear Factory"&gt;Fear Factory&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deathstars" title="Deathstars"&gt;Deathstars&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ministry" title="Ministry"&gt;Ministry&lt;/a&gt;, e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Zombie" title="Rob Zombie"&gt;Rob Zombie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkwRTu7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Pzuw5X4mWU0/s1600-h/rammstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9vkwRTu7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Pzuw5X4mWU0/s400/rammstein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359124758817651634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rammstein&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zBt90WlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MjblYFo8a-o/s1600-h/marilyn_manson_pressefoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9zBt90WlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MjblYFo8a-o/s400/marilyn_manson_pressefoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359128554950122066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_punk" title="Pop punk"&gt;Pop punk&lt;/a&gt;: uma mistura de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_rock" title="Punk rock"&gt;punk rock&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsica_pop" title="Música pop"&gt;pop&lt;/a&gt; e o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ska" title="Ska"&gt;ska&lt;/a&gt; de Less Than Jake, o Pop Punk começou com um cenário independente muito forte, com diferentes estratégias de divulgação. Alguns representantes desse estilo: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millencolin" title="Millencolin"&gt;Millencolin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Day" title="Green Day"&gt;Green Day&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blink-182" title="Blink-182"&gt;Blink-182&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sum_41" title="Sum 41"&gt;Sum 41&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9tw9Xvi0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/9YGD9XTqcBM/s1600-h/2d6b0617-a498-491c-aa1c-f5df9bd6b575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9tw9Xvi0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/9YGD9XTqcBM/s400/2d6b0617-a498-491c-aa1c-f5df9bd6b575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359122769469475650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsica_indie" title="Música indie" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Indie rock&lt;/a&gt;: bandas de garagem que participam do circuito "independente", fora do mainstream, como: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radiohead" title="Radiohead"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pixies" title="Pixies"&gt;Pixies&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinosaur_Jr." title="Dinosaur Jr."&gt;Dinosaur Jr.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strokes" title="The Strokes"&gt;The Strokes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Libertines" title="The Libertines"&gt;The Libertines&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Stripes" title="White Stripes" class="mw-redirect"&gt;White Stripes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coldplay" title="Coldplay"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travis" title="Travis"&gt;Travis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belle_%26_Sebastian" title="Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Communiqu%C3%A8_%28banda_de_S%C3%A3o_Francisco%29&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Communiquè (banda de São Francisco) (página não existe)"&gt;Communiquè (banda de São Francisco)&lt;/a&gt;, além de algumas bandas britpop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MV3r5EI/AAAAAAAAAow/srgTE8b8AuA/s1600-h/coldplay-top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl96MV3r5EI/AAAAAAAAAow/srgTE8b8AuA/s400/coldplay-top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359136434041906242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mortes de Personalidades de Rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/18_de_setembro" title="18 de setembro"&gt;18 de setembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970" title="1970"&gt;1970&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimi_Hendrix" title="Jimi Hendrix"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/a&gt;, engasgado com o próprio vômito, aos 27 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/4_de_outubro" title="4 de outubro"&gt;4 de outubro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970" title="1970"&gt;1970&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Joplin" title="Janis Joplin"&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;/a&gt;, overdose, aos 27 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/3_de_julho" title="3 de julho"&gt;3 de julho&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1971" title="1971"&gt;1971&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Morrison" title="Jim Morrison"&gt;Jim Morrison&lt;/a&gt;, causa não comprovada, aos 27 anos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2_de_fevereiro" title="2 de fevereiro"&gt;2 de fevereiro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1979" title="1979"&gt;1979&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sid_Vicious" title="Sid Vicious"&gt;Sid Vicious&lt;/a&gt; (baixista dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_Pistols" title="Sex Pistols"&gt;Sex Pistols&lt;/a&gt;), overdose, aos 22 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/8_de_dezembro" title="8 de dezembro"&gt;8 de dezembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1980" title="1980"&gt;1980&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lennon" title="John Lennon"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/a&gt; (guitarrista e vocalista dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatles" title="Beatles" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Beatles&lt;/a&gt;), assassinado, aos 40 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/19_de_mar%C3%A7o" title="19 de março"&gt;19 de março&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1982" title="1982"&gt;1982&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Rhoads" title="Randy Rhoads"&gt;Randy Rhoads&lt;/a&gt; (guitarrista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiet_Riot" title="Quiet Riot"&gt;Quiet Riot&lt;/a&gt; e de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozzy_Osbourne" title="Ozzy Osbourne"&gt;Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/a&gt;), acidente de avião, aos 25 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_de_junho" title="27 de junho"&gt;27 de junho&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988" title="1988"&gt;1988&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillel_Slovak" title="Hillel Slovak"&gt;Hillel Slovak&lt;/a&gt; (guitarrista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Hot_Chili_Peppers" title="Red Hot Chili Peppers"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/a&gt;), overdose, aos 26 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_de_novembro" title="24 de novembro"&gt;24 de novembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991" title="1991"&gt;1991&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddie_Mercury" title="Freddie Mercury"&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;/a&gt; (vocalista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen" title="Queen"&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt;), AIDS, aos 45 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_de_novembro" title="24 de novembro"&gt;24 de novembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991" title="1991"&gt;1991&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Carr" title="Eric Carr"&gt;Eric Carr&lt;/a&gt; (baterista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss" title="Kiss"&gt;Kiss&lt;/a&gt;), câncer, aos 41 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/5_de_abril" title="5 de abril"&gt;5 de abril&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994" title="1994"&gt;1994&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Cobain" title="Kurt Cobain"&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/a&gt; (vocalista e guitarrista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nirvana_%28banda%29" title="Nirvana (banda)"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/a&gt;), suicídio aos 27 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_de_julho" title="12 de julho"&gt;12 de julho&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1996" title="1996"&gt;1996&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Johnatan_Melvoin&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Johnatan Melvoin (página não existe)"&gt;Johnatan Melvoin&lt;/a&gt; (tecladista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smashing_Pumpkins" title="Smashing Pumpkins" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;), overdose aos 37 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/15_de_abril" title="15 de abril"&gt;15 de abril&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001" title="2001"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joey_Ramone" title="Joey Ramone"&gt;Joey Ramone&lt;/a&gt; (vocalista dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramones" title="Ramones"&gt;Ramones&lt;/a&gt;), câncer linfático, aos 49 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/5_de_junho" title="5 de junho"&gt;5 de junho&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002" title="2002"&gt;2002&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dee_Dee_Ramone" title="Dee Dee Ramone"&gt;Dee Dee Ramone&lt;/a&gt; (baixista dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramones" title="Ramones"&gt;Ramones&lt;/a&gt;), overdose, aos 49 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/22_de_dezembro" title="22 de dezembro"&gt;22 de dezembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002" title="2002"&gt;2002&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Strummer" title="Joe Strummer"&gt;Joe Strummer&lt;/a&gt; (vocalista e guitarrista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Clash" title="The Clash"&gt;The Clash&lt;/a&gt;), defeito cardíaco congênito, aos 50 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/15_de_setembro" title="15 de setembro"&gt;15 de setembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004" title="2004"&gt;2004&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Ramone" title="Johnny Ramone"&gt;Johnny Ramone&lt;/a&gt; (guitarrista dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramones" title="Ramones"&gt;Ramones&lt;/a&gt;), câncer na próstrata, aos 55 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/8_de_dezembro" title="8 de dezembro"&gt;8 de dezembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004" title="2004"&gt;2004&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimebag_Darrell" title="Dimebag Darrell"&gt;Dimebag Darrell&lt;/a&gt; (ex-guitarrista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantera_%28banda%29" title="Pantera (banda)"&gt;Pantera&lt;/a&gt;), assassinado, aos 38 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/7_de_julho" title="7 de julho"&gt;7 de julho&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006" title="2006"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syd_Barrett" title="Syd Barrett"&gt;Syd Barrett&lt;/a&gt; (ex-&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd" title="Pink Floyd"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/a&gt;) problemas de saúde decorrentes de diabetes, aos 60 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/5_de_abril" title="5 de abril"&gt;5 de abril&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007" title="2007"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_St._John" title="Mark St. John"&gt;Mark St. John&lt;/a&gt; (ex-guitarrista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss" title="Kiss"&gt;Kiss&lt;/a&gt;), derrame, aos 51 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/15_de_setembro" title="15 de setembro"&gt;15 de setembro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Wright" title="Richard Wright"&gt;Richard Wright&lt;/a&gt; (tecladista do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd" title="Pink Floyd"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/a&gt;), câncer, aos 65 anos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado de viaja pelo mundo do ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4164059041915129904?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4164059041915129904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4164059041915129904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4164059041915129904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4164059041915129904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-e-dia-do-rock.html' title='\,,/  Hoje é dia do ROCK!'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sl9_ATE0v0I/AAAAAAAAApY/gVP3aZImq7o/s72-c/the-rolling-stones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-7221610739919870577</id><published>2009-05-28T10:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:49:37.358-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras musica'/><title type='text'>Satania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sh60U3mb2YI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6zHjSMcEbyk/s1600-h/satania.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sh60U3mb2YI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6zHjSMcEbyk/s400/satania.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340904478723529090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sh6q7tVx3ZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rF7kTlCksG0/s1600-h/deseos.om.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sh6q7tVx3ZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rF7kTlCksG0/s400/deseos.om.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340894150867934610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bienvenido &lt;/strong&gt;a la nueva era, a un mundo sin dolor, sin amor,&lt;br /&gt;ni imaginación, donde la lluvia sacia a un &lt;strong&gt;bosque&lt;/strong&gt; que no puedes ver&lt;br /&gt;si no navegas por la red...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La hermana &lt;strong&gt;Luna&lt;/strong&gt; se dejó de peinar&lt;br /&gt;pues no encontraba el reflejo en su espejo, el Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alza la vista hasta donde te alcance la razón,&lt;br /&gt;podrás ver que el sol se marchó montado en una nube&lt;br /&gt;de carbono y gas letal, fueron en busca de una &lt;strong&gt;flor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues el hermano &lt;strong&gt;Sol&lt;/strong&gt; se cansó de alumbrar&lt;br /&gt;alimentado por un Disco Duro y una Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, en Satania estás tus pensamientos programados están!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, aprieta el botón, navega en mi mundo: "deseos.com"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constrúyete un &lt;strong&gt;paraíso&lt;/strong&gt;, un amante&lt;strong&gt; virtual&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mándale &lt;strong&gt;orgasmos&lt;/strong&gt; por E-Mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diséñate un &lt;strong&gt;beso&lt;/strong&gt; tierno o un gesto de amor,&lt;br /&gt;abre un archivo y grábalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compra un programa especial para llorar&lt;br /&gt;donde, en las lágrimas, puedas elegir variedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, en Satania estás, tus pensamientos programados están!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, aprieta el botón, navega en mi mundo:&lt;br /&gt;"deseos.com"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La voz de tu amo soy, linkada a tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;te concedo Futuro, a cambio de tu &lt;strong&gt;Libertad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satania - Mago de Oz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-7221610739919870577?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/7221610739919870577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=7221610739919870577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/7221610739919870577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/7221610739919870577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/05/satania.html' title='Satania'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/Sh60U3mb2YI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6zHjSMcEbyk/s72-c/satania.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-3485743345264988239</id><published>2009-05-17T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:50:58.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>eu querooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ShBYVKH0uCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1kROTMLNc1o/s1600-h/OQAAAN9Ce-B8uU0397OycYjWDXYjv0MhBqC4egqycmjty_8WGJAbG2qEOUSqGB5cu7CzzKAlduo-O-cA1QYvudmV5UwAm1T1UGZKJEw9c87hTTEB5Lz2P_dyllZM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ShBYVKH0uCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1kROTMLNc1o/s400/OQAAAN9Ce-B8uU0397OycYjWDXYjv0MhBqC4egqycmjty_8WGJAbG2qEOUSqGB5cu7CzzKAlduo-O-cA1QYvudmV5UwAm1T1UGZKJEw9c87hTTEB5Lz2P_dyllZM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336862678951704610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tão bonito!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-3485743345264988239?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/3485743345264988239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=3485743345264988239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/3485743345264988239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/3485743345264988239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-querooo.html' title='eu querooo!'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ShBYVKH0uCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1kROTMLNc1o/s72-c/OQAAAN9Ce-B8uU0397OycYjWDXYjv0MhBqC4egqycmjty_8WGJAbG2qEOUSqGB5cu7CzzKAlduo-O-cA1QYvudmV5UwAm1T1UGZKJEw9c87hTTEB5Lz2P_dyllZM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-8402109797887871486</id><published>2009-03-22T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:06:33.576-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Além de ser um excelente ator ele é dono de um charme inconfundível e de sorriso e olhar incomparáveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ScbBpXSMojI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ArG6OuvaqIY/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316149326526587442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ScbBpXSMojI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ArG6OuvaqIY/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ScbBpE0bemI/AAAAAAAAAiI/wLqCNx33idM/s1600-h/johnny-depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316149321569892962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ScbBpE0bemI/AAAAAAAAAiI/wLqCNx33idM/s400/johnny-depp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ScbBoUrXpGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/eZ2fmUWD4ag/s1600-h/JohnnyDepp11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316149308646990946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ScbBoUrXpGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/eZ2fmUWD4ag/s400/JohnnyDepp11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-8402109797887871486?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/8402109797887871486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=8402109797887871486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8402109797887871486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8402109797887871486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/03/alem-de-ser-um-excelente-ator-ele-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/ScbBpXSMojI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ArG6OuvaqIY/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-6970198337833069068</id><published>2009-03-08T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:09:41.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Siga seu senso comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você não pode se esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SbPcClaYw2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/uqvM9Hv9Ybg/s1600-h/P2240770.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830322560582498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SbPcClaYw2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/uqvM9Hv9Ybg/s400/P2240770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Atrás de um conto de fadas para sempre e toda vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Apenas revelando toda a verdade poderemos descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A alma desta fortaleza doentia para sempre e toda vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SbPcBRqW3sI/AAAAAAAAAhE/iha1rLtkP7k/s1600-h/P2240776.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830300078988994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SbPcBRqW3sI/AAAAAAAAAhE/iha1rLtkP7k/s400/P2240776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para sempre e toda vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É fácil condenar sem se olhar no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Atrás dos palcos se abre a realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Silêncio eterno clama por justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O perdão não está à venda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nem é a vontade de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830310493242434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SbPcB4dTxEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bUc2o5IWfS8/s400/P2240771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Acho que eu pensava que deveria mudar o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para fazer com que você me enxergue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para ser a única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu poderia fugir para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas de que adiantaria eu vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem ficar de luto por seu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830319747535074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SbPcCa7tEOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5dbp4NzE-SA/s400/P2240811+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu deveria machucar para te amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu deveria me sentir como eu me sinto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu deveria trancar a última porta aberta-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; meus fantasmas estão lucrando comigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-6970198337833069068?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/6970198337833069068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=6970198337833069068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6970198337833069068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/6970198337833069068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/03/siga-seu-senso-comum-voce-nao-pode-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SbPcClaYw2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/uqvM9Hv9Ybg/s72-c/P2240770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-3973225459107065482</id><published>2009-02-25T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:00:45.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306743164639986818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SaVWyrqZRII/AAAAAAAAAf0/wJ_WKjca0uo/s400/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A veces siento que tengo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escaparme, tengo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alejarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Del dolor que tu transmites dentro de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;El amor que compartimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perece no ir a ninguna parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y he perdido mi luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque me agito y giro no puedo dormir en la noche...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SaVWyuid52I/AAAAAAAAAf8/IIJPhI8Y22o/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306743165412042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SaVWyuid52I/AAAAAAAAAf8/IIJPhI8Y22o/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-3973225459107065482?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/3973225459107065482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=3973225459107065482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/3973225459107065482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/3973225459107065482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/02/veces-siento-que-tengo-que-escaparme.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SaVWyrqZRII/AAAAAAAAAf0/wJ_WKjca0uo/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4644721801504317283</id><published>2009-02-04T01:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:44:52.557-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><title type='text'>Senta...  E espera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SYkZk52EygI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7iVptzdV5mU/s1600-h/jajaja+070+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298794558371711490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SYkZk52EygI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7iVptzdV5mU/s400/jajaja+070+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Quem é paciente que levante a mão... Daqui a cinto minutos! Se você não conseguir esperar tanto tempo pra levantar o braço ou desistiu só de ler a frase, seja bem-vindo ao clube dos ansiosos! Paciência, definitivamente, é um negocio para o qual a maioria de pessoas não esta preparada. Falo por mim e por uma legião que, assim como eu, não consegue esperar tranqüila enquanto a vida corre frenética e cheia de cores do outro lado dos nossos olhos. Para aguardar uma ligação especial ou algo que deveria ser resolvido agora, não “no seu devido tempo”(desteeesto quando me falam essa frase!).&lt;br /&gt;Conheço uma menina que foi ao médio para acabar com a ansiedade e foi embora antes mesmo da consulta porque não agüento o atraso do doutor. Você também faria isso, né? Eu sem duvida.&lt;br /&gt;Será que é ai que mora o nosso erro? Quando dizem pra gente esperar com o coração tranqüilo, porque “tudo acontece no seu devido tempo” (grrrr!), as pessoas tem uma certa razão. É um verdadeiro porre, mas nada rola sem que tudo esteja conspirado a favor, independente se você esta esperando ou não. Aquele garoto vai ligar quando ele (e só ele) se sentir preparado e menos tímido; o primeiro beijo pinta na hora certa e por ai vai.&lt;br /&gt;Atropelar tudo com a ansiedade, tenho aprendido, só da problema: estomago revirado, unhas roídas, noites mal dormidas, arrependimento.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não para, é a vida não fica parada de jeito nenhum e é isso que nos causa angustia.&lt;br /&gt;Não temos um controle remoto para acelerar a cena durante a aula de matemática, nem um botão de pause no primeiro encontro com um garoto. Que tristeza! Mas pensando pelo lado B, ate que a espera tem La suas recompensas. Quando aquilo que a gente esperava muito acontece, o gosto é ainda melhor.&lt;br /&gt;A ligação dele é mais especial, as férias são aproveitadas minuto a minuto, o primeiro beijo faz você ouvir sinos do alem, ate porque, tudo tem seu tempo. Mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Novos desafios animam a gente, mas deixam aquela saudade de um período mais que especial, e se eu pudesse deixar o ultimo conselho pra você- e pra mim mesma-, eu diria: paciência sempre! Só assim a agente vai longe... (mesmo que eu seja a pessoa mais impaciente do mundo! rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;m beijo bem grande e nos vemos por ai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4644721801504317283?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4644721801504317283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4644721801504317283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4644721801504317283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4644721801504317283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/02/senta-e-espera.html' title='Senta...  E espera!'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SYkZk52EygI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7iVptzdV5mU/s72-c/jajaja+070+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-8139593367730848040</id><published>2009-01-21T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:01:14.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorria, você estas sendo filmada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SXfS_MapBxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Qmn_RyJZQFU/s1600-h/DSCF3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293931870103865106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SXfS_MapBxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Qmn_RyJZQFU/s320/DSCF3245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Desde sempre a gente escuta que alto-astralé bom pra tudo: pra vc viver mais feliz, pra naum ter espinhas, nem dor de barriga, pra nao ganhar inimigos...confesso que naum sou a "Miss-pensamento-possitivo-uhuuu!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem dias que acho tudo esta errado na minha vida, quero jogar o que eu tenho pro alto e viver a viver na praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tambem tem horas que o bom humor matinal me irrita, por exemplo. Sabe quando você esta sonolenta e alguem vem gritando BOM DIIIIA!!!!, com os braços abertos, cheio de amor pra dar, e tudo o que você queria era ter mais 5 minutos de sono? e quando rola uma TPM? você esta la, largada no sofa, naqula deprê danada, e chega um cidadão fora de hora dizendo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;para de fresura, tem gente com problema bem pior do que o seu. Sabe quantas pessoas morren de fome na Africa?". "GRRRRR! que raiva!!" é o que eu normalmente me seguro pra não berrar. pois é , eu sou humana, como você, tenho meus momentos de furia!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mas, rabugices à parte, o fato é que o pensamento possitivo - ou alto-astral, como queira - realmente tem que estar presenteno nosso dia-a- dia, mesmo quando quando bate o mau-humor, a depressão e o pessimismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E acredite em mim: dá pra você se levantar de qualquer tombo. o fora do namorado, aquele de quem tanto gostava, passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;a traição da sua amiga, que foi la e fikou com o carinha dos seus sonhos, passa. a briga feia que teve com sua mãe passa tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mas vc tem a escolha: ou perde um tempão remoendo todas as dores ate fikar desidratada de tanto chorar, ou curte a deprê só um pouquinho, num nivel normal, e segue em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;aos poucos a vida vai ficando mais levee você acaba convidando pra balada o ara que comparou o seu problema com o da Africa, ao inves de manda-lo praquele lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;vc seria ate capaz de dar uns beijinhos nele num dia de bom humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;naum estou dizendo é obrigada a estar sempre 100% feliz do tipo "ta tudo azul com bolinhas brancas". mas se conseguir achar a vida linda pelo menos 75% do tempo, já da pra atrair muita coisa boa pro seu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A vida é demais, divertida, emocionante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Só que tudo é uma questao de escolha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tente fazer a certa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-8139593367730848040?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/8139593367730848040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=8139593367730848040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8139593367730848040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8139593367730848040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorria-voc-estas-sendo-filmada.html' title='Sorria, você estas sendo filmada!'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SXfS_MapBxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Qmn_RyJZQFU/s72-c/DSCF3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-5054212062471254357</id><published>2009-01-06T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:43:47.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>existe vida apos orkut???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SWLgx56-hiI/AAAAAAAAAas/Kk8orPTZmj0/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Existe vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;após&lt;/span&gt; orkut???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confesso que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fucei&lt;/span&gt; em orkut alheio. não olhe torto pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; faz o mesmo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;entra&lt;/span&gt; no perfil dos amigos, ex-amigos, ex-namorados....aff...que mania!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vezes&lt;/span&gt; cansa eh verdade. dai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fiko&lt;/span&gt; um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tempão&lt;/span&gt; entrando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; no meu perfil, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; tem muita novidade. de repente, uma foto nova de uma amiga ali, um depoimento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bombástico&lt;/span&gt; aqui, e la estamos nós de novo, nesse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;brig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; virtual sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;prémio&lt;/span&gt; no final, com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;milhões&lt;/span&gt; de participantes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; pensou o que aconteceria se o orkut, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt; e tantos outros sites de relacionamento acabassem, de uma hora pra outra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; sei, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;visualizando&lt;/span&gt; uma bomba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;atómica&lt;/span&gt; nesse dia, tipo...como se a vida fosse perder a graça...e imagine se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;comensarem&lt;/span&gt; a cobrar pra usar, como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dissem&lt;/span&gt; aquele e-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mails&lt;/span&gt; falsos que a gente recebe todos os dias? quanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; pagaria por isso? puxa, estou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;duranga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; vai rolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabe o que aconteceria se tudo acabasse? hum....nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pense bem: depois de toda essa invenção, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;mtos&lt;/span&gt; dos encontros com meus amigos passaram a ser virtuais, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; pessoais como teria que ser...a gente manda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;scraps&lt;/span&gt;, depoimentos (quando o assunto é confidencial e rola aquele famoso "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;deleta&lt;/span&gt; depois, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;peloamordedeus&lt;/span&gt;!") ou faz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;chats&lt;/span&gt; em comunidades todos os dias. e ver a galera em carne e osso vira a coisa mais rara. Telefonar, ouvir a voz, nem pensar! tem um computador logo ali, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;precisa&lt;/span&gt; perder tempo ligando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas todo mundo acaba sabendo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; esta com saudades de não-sei-quem, o que fez no domingo passado...e vai ter gente como eu (e como você, eu aposto), que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bisbilhota por bisbilhotar e esquece o que viu logo em seguida, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; vai ter outro tipo de gente que realmente quer seguir seus passos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Tah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; to dizendo pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; ir e excluir o seu perfil. eu mesma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; vou fazer isso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas aproveite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; o que for legal, deixe os lixos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ladoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; perca o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;contato&lt;/span&gt; real com seus amigos, afinal, os sites de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;relacionamentos&lt;/span&gt; podem ate acabar....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; que os amigos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;fikam&lt;/span&gt; pra sempre e nada paga um Alô de verdade, um olho no olho, uma risada ao vivo sem "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;", um sorriso sincero sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;emoticon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fica ai a dica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRh8LtiBuYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MulZAssr78o/s1600-h/ATYAAAAw-6jHG9zTs4boDP77TEEKXDwY011nGK6Mqvqere5i5rLKdKRO-2E5IUAUpgVys3vwdNHqwdhI-VSoBMk2oNQRAJtU9VAPvIGiy7SCaVA44T6Ofp88dbdcCg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267096304852515202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRh8LtiBuYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MulZAssr78o/s400/ATYAAAAw-6jHG9zTs4boDP77TEEKXDwY011nGK6Mqvqere5i5rLKdKRO-2E5IUAUpgVys3vwdNHqwdhI-VSoBMk2oNQRAJtU9VAPvIGiy7SCaVA44T6Ofp88dbdcCg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por favor me diga o que está acontecendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque eu não acho nenhum vestígio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Acho que foi apagado de algum jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Provavelmente porque sempre esqueço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Toda vez que alguém me diz seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sempre tem que ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não posso evitar se viajo numa fantasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meu olhos viram para o outro lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu posso me desligar e sonhar acordada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nessa cabeça, meus pensamentos são profundos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas às vezes não consigo nem falar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será que alguém poderia ser e não fingir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estou viajando de novo em meu mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5968686297534627115?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5968686297534627115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5968686297534627115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5968686297534627115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5968686297534627115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-mundo.html' title='Meu Mundo'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRh8LtiBuYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MulZAssr78o/s72-c/ATYAAAAw-6jHG9zTs4boDP77TEEKXDwY011nGK6Mqvqere5i5rLKdKRO-2E5IUAUpgVys3vwdNHqwdhI-VSoBMk2oNQRAJtU9VAPvIGiy7SCaVA44T6Ofp88dbdcCg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-1599261480593594817</id><published>2008-11-10T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:16:35.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Traga-me à vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRh48Lb2UBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kvQame43qx0/s1600-h/ATgAAABMhZU6Jl65cT97n13eA3-XQ32rwC3F63sps0W7J6m7VDbDzMO3OLmr3ie5SanETzC7A7-6knaE9kfIocgJBzSsAJtU9VDRPQ_OulEBWMpAl_l6_neni41nkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267092739466874898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRh48Lb2UBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kvQame43qx0/s400/ATgAAABMhZU6Jl65cT97n13eA3-XQ32rwC3F63sps0W7J6m7VDbDzMO3OLmr3ie5SanETzC7A7-6knaE9kfIocgJBzSsAJtU9VDRPQ_OulEBWMpAl_l6_neni41nkg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ninguém está aqui e eu caio dentro de mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Essa verdade me leva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;À loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sei que eu posso parar a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se eu quiser tudo vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem um pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem uma voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem uma alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não me deixe morrer aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deve haver algo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traga-me à vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acorde-me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-1599261480593594817?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/1599261480593594817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=1599261480593594817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/1599261480593594817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/1599261480593594817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/11/traga-me-vida.html' title='Traga-me à vida'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRh48Lb2UBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kvQame43qx0/s72-c/ATgAAABMhZU6Jl65cT97n13eA3-XQ32rwC3F63sps0W7J6m7VDbDzMO3OLmr3ie5SanETzC7A7-6knaE9kfIocgJBzSsAJtU9VDRPQ_OulEBWMpAl_l6_neni41nkg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-911927622415843344</id><published>2008-11-10T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:01:13.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi muito pro meu final feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você era todas as coisas que eu pensei que sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu pensei que nós poderíamos dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você era tudo, tudo que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nós éramos para ser predestinados, supostamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas nós perdemos isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E todas as memórias, tão perto de mim, vão desaparecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todo tempo você estava fingindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foi Muito pro meu final feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você tem seus amigos idiotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sei o que eles dizem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eles dizem a você que eu sou difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas eles também são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas eles não me conhecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eles ao menos conhecem você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todas as coisas que você esconde de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toda a merda que você faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É legal saber que você estava lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada por agir como se você se importasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E me fazer sentir como se eu fosse a única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É legal saber que nós tivemos tudo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada por assistir minha queda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E me deixar saber que havíamos terminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-911927622415843344?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/911927622415843344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=911927622415843344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/911927622415843344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/911927622415843344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/11/foi-muito-pro-meu-final-feliz.html' title='Foi muito pro meu final feliz'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-9152868610235113141</id><published>2008-11-05T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:06:33.576-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandas'/><title type='text'>Kurt Cobain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRGuYm2eL7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/D80l1DBcKZ0/s1600-h/untitledee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265181177141931954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRGuYm2eL7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/D80l1DBcKZ0/s400/untitledee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muito Lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRGuYoFooDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E8XqbFDXC4E/s1600-h/Kurt_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265181177473966130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRGuYoFooDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E8XqbFDXC4E/s400/Kurt_cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo D+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRGuYR5kviI/AAAAAAAAATs/Eziga2uGB9Y/s1600-h/kurt_cobain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265181171517799970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SRGuYR5kviI/AAAAAAAAATs/Eziga2uGB9Y/s400/kurt_cobain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muito Perfeito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-9152868610235113141?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/9152868610235113141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=9152868610235113141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/9152868610235113141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/9152868610235113141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/11/kurt-cobain.html' title='Kurt Cobain'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SQ9QzXaCh-I/AAAAAAAAATk/kqJfOcN7NXg/s400/ATgAAADFh8sRmT9eXHYTlHPbe0Id6FZmF_Yy-sYGfdn-6J9st5cBWp9sCfU5fTzY9e9ajQ3yocYFegTTZo3cF0r-PgI-AJtU9VCllo-gJUn2Tp9RwiaBEJEtMl0KwA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não temos medo do mundo, só de nós mesmos, de enfrentar a capacidade que temos que viver, de pensar que a resistência é sem limites, os astros, a terra, todo gira em círculos perfeitos, que faz que o inicio e o fim sejam os mesmos. nós nos perdemos em esta vida existencial e ficamos quadrados...&lt;br /&gt;Estamos dentro de uma caixa quadrada que é a vida que tentamos construir... se dentro de uma regra construímos uma roda, sempre falando com um mesmo, ficaram fora de si, em esta obscuridade que não nos atrevemos a olhar, e nos acompanha sempre e nós faz sentir vazios...&lt;br /&gt;incompreendidos por nós mesmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5650736999631338793?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5650736999631338793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5650736999631338793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5650736999631338793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5650736999631338793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-temos-medo-do-mundo-s-de-ns-mesmos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SQ9QzXaCh-I/AAAAAAAAATk/kqJfOcN7NXg/s72-c/ATgAAADFh8sRmT9eXHYTlHPbe0Id6FZmF_Yy-sYGfdn-6J9st5cBWp9sCfU5fTzY9e9ajQ3yocYFegTTZo3cF0r-PgI-AJtU9VCllo-gJUn2Tp9RwiaBEJEtMl0KwA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-5558219037996170250</id><published>2008-11-03T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:10:45.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Questionário: 1. Escolha uma banda2. Coloque todas as músicas que você tem dessa banda no seu Media Player, Winamp, Itunes ou whatever...3. Em cada questão passe para a música seguinte4. Use o nome da música que está ouvindo como resposta a cada questão, não vale trocar.5. Com cada resposta deixa um pequeno comentário dizendo como relaciona a música com a pergunta, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Banda: Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou chegar longe na vida?&lt;br /&gt;- Pulsos (sem comentários!!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que os meus amigos me vêem?&lt;br /&gt;- Memórias (...!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Qual é a música do meu melhor amigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Guerreiros são guerreiros (...cada um na sua estrada! O que o destino une a vida separa!...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Equalize ( S2 totalmente romântica!...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Qual é a história da minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Anacrônico ...uma totalmente diferente da sua! =0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Qual é a melhor qualidade dos meus amigos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  A Saidera    (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como anda a minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Déjà Vu (se quiser saber? É só ouvir a musica!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a música que vai ser tocada no meu funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Na Sua Estante ( devo ter morrido de amor =/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o mundo me vê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Brinquedo Torto (Esqueci as regras do jogo e não posso mais jogar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Com que música faria uma strip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  - No Escuro ...oh...hehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;O que minha mãe pensa de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Admirável Chip novo ( Não senhor, Sim senhor, Não senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Sim senhor...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Qual o meu maior segredo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Semana que vem (aproveitar cada momento...quando o tempo passa nunca mais volta!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como é minha personalidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Mascara   ....Cada pessoa tem sua mascara! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu penso sobre o mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I wanna be    ...diz tudo a musica!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5558219037996170250?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5558219037996170250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5558219037996170250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5558219037996170250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5558219037996170250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/11/questionrio.html' title='Questionário'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-6917549895341997364</id><published>2008-11-03T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:08:22.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SQ9MCAvQZfI/AAAAAAAAATc/NoBFfh3HB88/s1600-h/ATgAAADM_2SeHj3fxyXkRJ6nRO90VYBptwu8rIYlksfh7gceyfcghuGvobw6Roau9k7VEReZgfJax543AvLX9TqqbPbOAJtU9VAGsE78FXt6lOZVspJOoruDq5sdDw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264510086861055474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SQ9MCAvQZfI/AAAAAAAAATc/NoBFfh3HB88/s400/ATgAAADM_2SeHj3fxyXkRJ6nRO90VYBptwu8rIYlksfh7gceyfcghuGvobw6Roau9k7VEReZgfJax543AvLX9TqqbPbOAJtU9VAGsE78FXt6lOZVspJOoruDq5sdDw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho que estou enlouquecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Com as coisas que nunca direi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou puxando os cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E rasgando minhas roupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou tentando manter a calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei que transparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou paralisada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-6917549895341997364?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se ao menos eu pudesse fugir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se ao menos eu pudesse fugir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fugir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te disse o que eu queria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te disse o que eu queria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu queria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas fui esquecida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não vou ser esquecida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5051266241958043706?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5051266241958043706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5051266241958043706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5051266241958043706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5051266241958043706'/><link 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roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É suficiente respirar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alguém arranque fora o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E me deixe aqui sangrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É suficiente morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alguém salve minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu prefiro ser qualquer coisa menos comum, por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Andar dentro das regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Faria minha vida tão chata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu quero saber que eu cheguei ao extremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Então me arranque dos meus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Venha agora e dê pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que me faça sentir viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se você olhar você verá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que esse mundo é um belo acidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Turbulento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Suculento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Opulento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu quero prová-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não quero desperdiçá-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-713595384844274950?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/713595384844274950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=713595384844274950' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Fotos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SOF5s6VB32I/AAAAAAAAASY/d9goBt_rWMY/s1600-h/DSCF9755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612452969373538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SOF5s6VB32I/AAAAAAAAASY/d9goBt_rWMY/s400/DSCF9755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niver do Alberto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4038942548778269829?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ja faz tempo mais da saudades desse momento!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;foi perfeito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-731406502064047862?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/731406502064047862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=731406502064047862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNw4yoDbjhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0npSOqT77Hc/s72-c/DSCF1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4947361349448867638</id><published>2008-09-22T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:08:09.344-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNhL4vskd5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/MeyX4odyJtw/s1600-h/sofia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249028803948476306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNhL4vskd5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/MeyX4odyJtw/s400/sofia4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Garota Que Grita , Pula e Dança . Que Chora , Xinga e Ajuda . Que é Amiga , Sincera e Realista . a Garota Simples , Humilde e Boba .a Menina Que Conta Piada Na Hora Que Não Pode , Que Odeia Falsidade a Garota Que Sempre Quer o Bem Das Pessoas, a Garota Que Apesar Dos Erros e Medos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;....Vive Sua Vida Intensamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Eu sinto a sua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sinto muito a sua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não te esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, é tão triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu espero que você possa me ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu lembro claramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O dia que você escapou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não encontrei a ocasião para dar um beijo de despedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu gostaria de poder vê-lo novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu sei que não posso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isto é pra vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4947361349448867638?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4947361349448867638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4947361349448867638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4947361349448867638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4947361349448867638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/09/garota-que-grita-pula-e-dana.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNhL4vskd5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/MeyX4odyJtw/s72-c/sofia4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-5914345887457561832</id><published>2008-09-17T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:21:23.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vamos dar uma volta pelo universo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;caminhar entre as estrelas, olhar a lua, conhecer os planetas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNF0vERQlPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sY1ptgdGw04/s1600-h/sofia7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247103392812143858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNF0vERQlPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sY1ptgdGw04/s400/sofia7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNF0vbkQwpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hOWy2FQ5qaI/s1600-h/sofi77.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Nenhuma doutrina me convence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nenhuma resposta me satisfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nem mesmo o tédio me surpreende mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas eu sinto que eu tô viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A cada banho de chuva que chega molhando meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nenhum sofrimento me comove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nenhum programa me distrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ouvi promessas, e isso não me atrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E não há razão que me governe&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nem me lembro mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Em que esquina se perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ou em que mundo se enfiou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5914345887457561832?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5914345887457561832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5914345887457561832' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5914345887457561832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5914345887457561832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/09/vamos-dar-uma-volta-pelo-universo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SNF0vERQlPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sY1ptgdGw04/s72-c/sofia7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-4480390571634881302</id><published>2008-09-15T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:48:10.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu posso me dar melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246364874768889698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM7VDqKvt2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nUzDp8I1Gic/s400/sofi,armazem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM7VDqKvt2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nUzDp8I1Gic/s1600-h/sofi,armazem.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u não dou a mínima com o que você diz para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu realmente não me importo com o que você pensa sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque de qualquer forma você vai pensar no que você acredita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não há nada que você diga que poderia me magoar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu fico melhor sem você mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu pensei que seria difícil, mas eu estou bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu não preciso de você, se você vai ser daquele jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque comigo, é tudo ou nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu estou cansada dessa merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não nego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você é uma perda de tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu estou cansada dessa merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não me pergunte por quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu te odeio agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Então afaste-se de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você já eraFaz tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu posso me dar melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ei! Ei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu me encontrei de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PorqueVocê se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu posso me dar melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você é tão cheio de si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu não suporto a forma como você age, eu simplesmentenão compreendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu não acho que você consegue lidar com isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu já superei faz tempo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM7VEFkA49I/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZyZskuMKUsU/s1600-h/sifii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246364882122630098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM7VEFkA49I/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZyZskuMKUsU/s400/sifii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-4480390571634881302?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/4480390571634881302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=4480390571634881302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4480390571634881302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/4480390571634881302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-posso-me-dar-melhor.html' title='Eu posso me dar melhor'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM7VDqKvt2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nUzDp8I1Gic/s72-c/sofi,armazem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-5929085739032071074</id><published>2008-09-14T10:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:50:17.698-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais'/><title type='text'>Pancho e Orquidia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM0TPdm8bgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EO2N_TQXfRs/s1600-h/P3100344.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245866246751344994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM0PjsDTWWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aN_raY-euok/s400/pancho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ele é o ser que mais amoooo neste planeta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o Pancho.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tão especial, lindo, fofo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ele é um docinho...hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saudades dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;passei mtos momentos bons com ele....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;viajou comigo desde o Chile ate o Brasil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sinto muito a falta dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AMO D+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245870290117339650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM0TPCw4KgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6EAeg6uz06M/s400/pancho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM0PjjGM5fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Fa_9Arkeuik/s1600-h/DSCF0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245866244347586034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM0PjjGM5fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Fa_9Arkeuik/s400/DSCF0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; e ela é Orquidia...mto fofa tambem! estamos cuidando dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;...adoro ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mto engraçada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;os animais tambem presisam de carinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5929085739032071074?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5929085739032071074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5929085739032071074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5929085739032071074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5929085739032071074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/09/pancho-e-orquidia.html' title='Pancho e Orquidia'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SM0PjsDTWWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aN_raY-euok/s72-c/pancho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-7494680290738578821</id><published>2008-09-12T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:20:03.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não chore para mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMsB422QGHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cIXeMcnkHSo/s1600-h/sofiamora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245288267310438514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMsB422QGHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cIXeMcnkHSo/s320/sofiamora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me pegue enquanto eu caio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diga que você está aqui e que está tudo acabado agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Falando da atmosfera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ninguém está aqui e eu caio dentro de mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Essa verdade me leva À loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sei que eu posso parar a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se eu quiser tudo vai embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora eu vou lhe dizer o que fiz por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorei 50 mil lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gritando, enganando e sangrando por vocêE você continua não querendo me ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não quero sua mão, desta vez eu me salvo sozinhaTalvez eu acordarei de uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem me sentir atormentada diariamente, derrotada por vocêJusto quando eu pensei que havia alcançado o fundoEu estou morrendo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu estou afundando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me afogando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sempre estou caindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu tenho de quebrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu estou afundando misturando, confundindo a verdade e a mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então eu não sei o que é real e o que não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sempre confundindo os pensamentos na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então eu não posso confiar em mim mesma nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu estou morrendo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não chore para mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se você me amasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você estaria aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você me quer,Venha me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Decida-seDeveria ter te deixado cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E perder tudoEntão, talvez, você pudesse se lembrar de si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não posso continuar acreditando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estamos apenas nos enganando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu estou cansada das mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E você está muito atrasado.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;os sentimentos que esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;os sonhos que naum pode encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esta fikando louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;naum pode encontrar seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esta perdida por dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245288270572749362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMsB5DADAjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/A91TnkC9GJI/s320/Copy+of+DSCF0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245289255924106066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMsCyZuHg1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/vAKmseEgItU/s200/Slide2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-7494680290738578821?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/7494680290738578821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=7494680290738578821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/7494680290738578821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/7494680290738578821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-chore-para-mim.html' title='Não chore para mim'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMsB422QGHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cIXeMcnkHSo/s72-c/sofiamora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-5715797997069114849</id><published>2008-09-12T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:28:45.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pq?pq?pq?pq?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMr3hdH8l7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/gWSHMW6q4Zc/s1600-h/yo+mano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245276870152066994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMr3hdH8l7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/gWSHMW6q4Zc/s320/yo+mano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Essa foi de derrumbar. estou tão deprimida que naum vai dar pra segurar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tanto entusiasmo e em algumas horas tudo foi pelos ares, portas e mais portas, todas trancadas e naum conheço o endereço do chaveiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do jeito que to me sintindo, poderia ser enfermeira toda de branco...andando silenciosa pelos andares mal iluminados do hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;entrando no quarto dos muitos doentes, cuidar deles, trocar lençois, dar banho, fazer curativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me dedicar totalmente ao enorme sofrimento dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tão abnegada que todos me elogiariam e exigiriam a minha presença dia e noite. insubtituivel. eu humilde, modesta, aguentando a dor dos outros na maior nobreza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ajudando os medicos, que se urvariam perante a minha experiencia e sabedouria, incansavel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;È um sonho lindo. só que presisava é duma enfermeira abnegada para mim, pra me consolar pra dizer que vou conseguir, que naum é o fim que é so o começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Porra, mas tambem naum presisava ser um começo tão duro, com tanta má vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Puta mundo injusto. a gente resolve dar um grito de guerra, ser independente e o que acontece??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nada, nada de nada.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"caminhando contra o vento, sem lenço nem documento num sol de quasi janeiro, eu vou, eu vou..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tudo bem, cabeça feita com a musica de Caetano Veloso, explicando como me sinto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245276870605858946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMr3he0I6II/AAAAAAAAAOc/P_2S2ele0NI/s320/DSCF9499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-5715797997069114849?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/5715797997069114849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=5715797997069114849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5715797997069114849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/5715797997069114849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/09/pqpqpqpq.html' title='pq?pq?pq?pq?'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SMr3hdH8l7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/gWSHMW6q4Zc/s72-c/yo+mano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-8238839349560584014</id><published>2008-09-01T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:22:54.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Comienzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLwVeeGKtjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3dZePv0Jv2Y/s1600-h/050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241087679571605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLwVeeGKtjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3dZePv0Jv2Y/s400/050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando comienza la limpieza de nuestro espíritu podemos esperar a ver que acontece dentro del corazón .&lt;br /&gt;Emoción es el misterio&lt;br /&gt;Podemos trasladarnos para ver cuando comienza a salir el sol ,&lt;br /&gt;podemos estar bajo el amparo de nuestro sosiego&lt;br /&gt;Pero nos cuesta ver donde comienza el limite de nuestro corazón&lt;br /&gt;Hay días en que la lluvia moja nuestros sueños&lt;br /&gt;Hay otros que la misma lluvia llena de esperanza los ideales humanos y&lt;br /&gt;hay otros en que las lagrimas reprimidas impiden aliviar al corazón&lt;br /&gt;de esta eterna lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Donde estas hermana mía&lt;br /&gt;Adonde fue el soplo de tu aliento dormido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las escaleras empinan su ángulo&lt;br /&gt;Dificultando la llegada&lt;br /&gt;Una brisa remueve nuestros cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Y el ronrroneo gatuno detiene el paso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tac tac tac suena el martillo&lt;br /&gt;A la par del progreso&lt;br /&gt;Aun no se ha servido el almuerzo&lt;br /&gt;Y las hambrientas bocas devoran los platos dorados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La impunidad de apodero del día&lt;br /&gt;Al no vestir tacones de cocodrilo&lt;br /&gt;Y el juzgamiento del la noche&lt;br /&gt;A causa de los pies descalzos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rayo cae en el horizonte y&lt;br /&gt;Una bandada de garzas se despiden del sur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así los elementales de la naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;Cambian el espacio físico en cada solsticio y en cada equinoccio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así muda la piel y nuestra emoción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pluma vuela sin su madre y la nube habla sin palabras&lt;br /&gt;Todo quedo cerrado al murmullo de la calle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriba aun hay gente&lt;br /&gt;Y la escalera avanza a otro continente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podré llegar sin distracciones al vació del universo _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cometas, estrellas , luces en general bajo el manto de brazos trabajados .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241087676576877778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLwVeS8KzNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PhGXElFM6CQ/s400/DSCF0989.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-8238839349560584014?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/8238839349560584014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=8238839349560584014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8238839349560584014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/8238839349560584014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-comienzo.html' title='Un Comienzo'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLwVeeGKtjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3dZePv0Jv2Y/s72-c/050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225652327776845534.post-1328309418540686781</id><published>2008-08-23T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:54:12.052-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandas'/><title type='text'>Show de Pitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLBAx7V2KYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dLO2vSRYMFs/s1600-h/show+de+pitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237757593118976386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLBAx7V2KYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dLO2vSRYMFs/s400/show+de+pitty.jpg" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A entrada no camerino dela foi dificil, eu tive que falar com 5 pessoas, depois conseguiram uma pulseira para eu poder entrar, eu estava tão ansiosa, nervosa, feliz.....&lt;br /&gt;eu encontrei uma menina,Pally, que foi comigo pra ver a Pitty, entramos e esperamos na fila junto com os jovens do Fan Club Pitty de Recife.&lt;br /&gt;De 3 em 3 entravam as pessoas, enquanto esperamos vimos Zeca Baleiro sair do palco, já estava quasi na hora de Pitty ir no palco, entramos com a camera pronta, quando entramos vimos Joe, Duda, Martin e la estava ela, Pitty, ela estava muito linda, fofa! eu estava muito emocionada, nem conseguia falar direito, foi tão surprendente, foi muito especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela é muito simpatica! linda! maravilhosa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem conhece PITTY sabe como ela é perfeita!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241130004163690498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLw7-FfRgAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lugh6x2nJEQ/s320/DSC07599.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiramos algumas fotos com ela....é um momento unico e espacial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depois fomos correndo pra frente do palco pra poder estar no show dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A multidão era massa indefinida de rostos, vozes e suor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quantas pessoas estariam ali? Milhares talvez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu podia sentir a vibração de toda aquela massa viva que me cercava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu era parte da massa, o coração pulsando no mesmo ritmo da multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Os refletores foram se acendendo, um a um, enquanto os músicos entravam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gritos frenéticos, assobios e aplausos saudaram o rapaz, que se acomodou atrás da bateria, e seus dois companheiros, ocupandos em afinar a guitarra e o baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Havia perdido a noção do tempo naqueles longos intantes em que seu olhar se mantece fixo no centro do palco.&lt;br /&gt;Olhava diretamente para o círculo de luz que envolvia o microfone vazio entre o baixista e o guitarrista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devagar, como se estevesse saindo de um transe, o guitarrista començou a tocar seu instrumento.&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros acordes perfuraram o silêncio, despertando a multidão, que entro em delírio! Enquanto a vocalista finalmente surgiu no palco, ocupando seu lugar. A voz poderosa juntouse aos acordes, e logo o publico pulsava na mesma sintonia, completamente entregue ao comando daquele canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De onde eu estava conseguia ver de perto a Pitty , ela se movia pelo palco com graça e agilidade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241130009861046018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLw7-atoPwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SuaKxfqMlxg/s320/20080720082939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pitty.com.br/"&gt;http://www.pitty.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pitty.com.br/"&gt;http://www.pitty.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pitty.com.br/"&gt;http://www.pitty.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pitty.com.br/"&gt;http://www.pitty.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anacrônico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É claro que somos as mesmas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Mas pare e perceba como seu dia-a-dia mudou&lt;br /&gt;Mudaram os horários, hábitos, lugares&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive as pessoas ao redor&lt;br /&gt;São outros rostos, outras vozes&lt;br /&gt;Interagindo e modificando você&lt;br /&gt;E aí surgem novos valores,&lt;br /&gt;Vindos de outras vontades,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns caindo por terra,&lt;br /&gt;Pra outros poderem crescer,&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caem 1, 2, 3, caem 4,&lt;br /&gt;A terra girando não se pode parar.,&lt;br /&gt;Outras situações em outras circunstâncias,&lt;br /&gt;Entre uma e outra as vezes se vêem os mesmos defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;Todas aquelas marcas do jeito de cada um,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns ainda caem por terra,&lt;br /&gt;Pra outros poderem crescer.&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outro ciclo em diferentes fases.&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo de outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;Com outros interesses, outras ambições,&lt;br /&gt;Mais fortes, somadas com as anteriores,&lt;br /&gt;Mudança de prioridades,&lt;br /&gt;Mudança de direção,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns ainda caem por terra,&lt;br /&gt;Pra outros poderem crescer.&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão 4x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4225652327776845534-1328309418540686781?l=sofia-mora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/feeds/1328309418540686781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4225652327776845534&amp;postID=1328309418540686781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/1328309418540686781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4225652327776845534/posts/default/1328309418540686781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofia-mora.blogspot.com/2008/08/multido-era-massa-indefinida-de-rostos.html' title='Show de Pitty'/><author><name>Sofia Mora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16768757551926885647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvj6UTQdBk/Tizu2i-jGGI/AAAAAAAABQg/9DRsJE1yj0c/s220/IMG0201A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hhMIWSbTo1c/SLBAx7V2KYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dLO2vSRYMFs/s72-c/show+de+pitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
