<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28682740</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:04:25.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY_world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CrAzY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146947291769666947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28682740.post-116095424369493643</id><published>2006-10-15T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:08:18.396Z</updated><title type='text'>pk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pk nem td na vida nos acontexe por acaso... pk a coisas na noxa vida k nc mudam... e muxicas k n xaem da noxa cabexa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por Amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philipe Monteiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por amor nos e kapaz di tudu&lt;br /&gt;ka ten nada ki ta parau&lt;br /&gt;E sO bu dexa bu koracon levau...xinti..&lt;br /&gt;Ama, e ka so fia ma bu ta ama&lt;br /&gt;ka so usa palavras bonitas&lt;br /&gt;ke pa bu mostra ma bu ta ama&lt;br /&gt;Ama,ê na tadu e kualker momentu&lt;br /&gt;E na alegria e sentimentu&lt;br /&gt;E pôdi konta sempri ku bo p or perto&lt;br /&gt;Kren tcheu,e ka so fla ma bu kren tcheu&lt;br /&gt;E ka fugi na primero problema&lt;br /&gt;E ultrapassa e ranja sempri un manera&lt;br /&gt;Kren tcheU,e ka so fla ma bu kren tcheu&lt;br /&gt;E bai mas longi ti undi bu koracon kre bai&lt;br /&gt;E sabi sempri,sen fla ma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/1600/u14_386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/u14_386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/1600/Fundos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por amor,bu ta bai ti fin di mundu&lt;br /&gt;Pa un sentimentu mas profundu&lt;br /&gt;Baby por amor, nu ka mesti mas de sol&lt;br /&gt;Ke pa nos ceu bira azul&lt;br /&gt;Ama, ka so abraça e beja&lt;br /&gt;ka so usa promessas sen fin&lt;br /&gt;ke pa bu prova ma bu ta ama&lt;br /&gt;Ama, e sabi fala e sabi ouvi&lt;br /&gt;E sabi entrega e sabi nega&lt;br /&gt;E podi da, sen spera pa recebi&lt;br /&gt;Kren tcheu,e ka so fla ma bu kren tcheu&lt;br /&gt;e ka fugi na primero problema&lt;br /&gt;E ultrapassa e ranja sempri un manera&lt;br /&gt;Kren tcheU,e ka so fla ma bu kren tcheu&lt;br /&gt;E bai mas longi ti undi bu koraçon kre bai&lt;br /&gt;E sabi sempri,sen fla ma: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/1600/Fundos.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/Fundos.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor,bu ta bai ti fin di mundu&lt;br /&gt;Pa un sentimentu más profundu&lt;br /&gt;Baby por amor, nu ka mesti mas de sol&lt;br /&gt;Ke pa nos ceu bira azul&lt;br /&gt;Oki bu ta ama di verdadi&lt;br /&gt;Bu ta ama pa iternidadi&lt;br /&gt;2x&lt;br /&gt;Bu ta deseja ten poder di para tempu&lt;br /&gt;Bu ta vivi a fundu kada momentu&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Nu ka ta konta di nada na nos perto&lt;br /&gt;Nu sta perdido no deserto&lt;br /&gt;Baby nem montanha mas alto&lt;br /&gt;Nen Kel rio mas kumprido&lt;br /&gt;Nen oceano mas profunduo&lt;br /&gt;Ta sepera un grandi amor&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Dja bu obi?&lt;br /&gt;E aba?Kusé ju bo e kapaz di fazi por amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Traducao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por amor somos capazes de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Nao ha nada que te pare&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o teu coracao levar te...sente&lt;br /&gt;Amar,nao é so dizer que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Nao é so dizer palavras bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Para mostrar que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Amar, e em todo e kalker momento&lt;br /&gt;Na alegria e no sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;E poder contar sempre contigo por perto&lt;br /&gt;Amor nao e so dizer que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Nao é fugir no primeiro problema&lt;br /&gt;E ultrapaxar e arranjar sempre uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Amor nao é so dizer que me amas&lt;br /&gt;E ir mais longe ate onde o coracao quer ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/1600/3770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/3770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor nos vamos ate ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Aquela sentimento mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Baby por amor,nao precisamos mais do sol&lt;br /&gt;pro nosso ceu fikar azul&lt;br /&gt;Amar nao é so abracar e beijar&lt;br /&gt;Nao é so usar conversas sem fim&lt;br /&gt;para provarmos que amamos&lt;br /&gt;Amar e saber falar e saber viver&lt;br /&gt;e saber entregar e saber negar&lt;br /&gt;E poder sem esperar pa receber&lt;br /&gt;Amor nao é so dizer que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Nao é fugir no primeiro problema&lt;br /&gt;E ultrapassar e arranajar sempre uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Amor nao é so dixer que me amas&lt;br /&gt;E irmos mais longe ate onde o teu coracao quer ir&lt;br /&gt;E ultrapassar e arranjar sempre uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Amor nao é so dizer que me amas&lt;br /&gt;E ir mais longe ate onde o teu coracao quer ir&lt;br /&gt;E saber sempre e significar que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/1600/56322364_38958b41ba_m.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/56322364_38958b41ba_m.1.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor nos vamos ate ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sentimento mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Baby por amor, nao precisamos mais do sol&lt;br /&gt;Pra o nosso ceu fikcar azul&lt;br /&gt;Se tu amas de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Tu amas para a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;2x&lt;br /&gt;Tu desejas ter o poder de parar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Para viver o fundo de cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Nao damos konta de nada que esta noS perto&lt;br /&gt;Nos tamos perdidos num deserto&lt;br /&gt;Nem a montanha maIs alta&lt;br /&gt;Nem o rio mais comprido&lt;br /&gt;Ou se fosse oceano  mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Para o nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nem a montanha maIs alta&lt;br /&gt;Nem o rio mais comprido&lt;br /&gt; Ou se fosse oceano  mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Separa um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ouvist?&lt;br /&gt;O que tu es capaz de fazer por amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Espero k gostem....bigada luiz pela ajuda (K) ES LINDAO lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28682740-116095424369493643?l=crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/116095424369493643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/116095424369493643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/pk.html' title='pk...'/><author><name>CrAzY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146947291769666947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28682740.post-115801098152105857</id><published>2006-09-11T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:52:38.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="1439" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/3133/0909061406ac7.jpg" width="822" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Mclachlan - In The Arms Of The Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spend all your time waiting for that second chance &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the break that will make it ok&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's always some reason to feel not good enough &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need some distraction oh beautiful release &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memories seep from my veins &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They may be empty and weightless and maybe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll find some peace tonight &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the arms of the Angel fly away from here &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that you fear &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reverie &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comfort here &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lies &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That you make up for all that you lack &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It don't make no difference, escaping one last time &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's easier to believe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That brings me to my knees &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the arms of the Angel far away from here &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that you fear &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reverie &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find 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href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/sarah-mclachlan-in-arms-of-angel-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>CrAzY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146947291769666947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28682740.post-115693888865642408</id><published>2006-08-30T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:32:18.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/1600/anjo%20triste[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/anjo%20triste%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paixao sem igual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amor incondixional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estrela k me guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Es pa mim o exencial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E tu estas no meu coraxao e mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pra k ter futuro se n te tenho no presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o teu olhar e o teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mostraram m na terra um pouco do paraiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E foi cntg k eu sentia a telepatia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na minha noite fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Foste a minha magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu sentia a minha alma vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas apagas t a tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Escrevest m alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vende m um abraxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Compra m o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dormir nos teux braxos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E acordar no teu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pk eu n sou nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem tiiiiii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O meu mundo é imperfeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cm um jardim sem flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou uma tela vazia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E tu poxuis a minha cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E sem ti o k seria de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Em prinxipio, no meu meio e talvex xegax ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um poeta sem caneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um cantor sem fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um pouco de td &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;K sem ti seria nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Noite sem luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Adormexer sem acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem ti n sou nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O noxo destino é lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pk sem ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A minha pulsaxao para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fiko sem o meu coraxao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E metade da minha cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Poxo olhar para tras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vendo td o paxado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas so sigo em frente se te tenho do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pk eu n sou nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem tiiiiiiii&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/28682740-115693888865642408?l=crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/115693888865642408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/115693888865642408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/sem-ti.html' title='Sem Ti'/><author><name>CrAzY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146947291769666947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28682740.post-115455494254981972</id><published>2006-08-02T22:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:40:04.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mil conceitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Muitas qualidades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria da Penha Vieira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estamos todos, sempre tentando definir o amor. Mas o que e mesmo o amor? E as varias qualidades do amor estao sempre sendo confundidas. Amizade entre amigos e uma das qualidades do que e amor. Amor pelos filhos, e outra. Amor de mae, amor de amiga, amor de esposa, amante, namorada, mulher-femea sao qualidades diferentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amor mulher/homem no inicio tem uma qualidade, ao longo dos anos passa a ter outra qualidade; nem sempre a mudanca de qualidade significa que o AMOR maior ficou maior ou diminuiu; ele simplesmente ficou diferente, so isso. Mas qual e o melhor, neste caso?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="258" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/2449/amorcorrepondidopo5.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pense num jardim. Se esse jardim esta localizado numa regiao humida de solo rico ou numa regiao de solo pobre e seco, cada um esta capacitado para fazer germinar o tipo de planta mais adequada ao tipo de solo. As flores serao de familias diferentes, mas nunca menos belas nas diversas estacoes. Cada estacao oferece beleza caracteristica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E assim que o amor deveria ser visto e sentido. Em cada fase da vida etaria dentro do proprio relacionamento, o solo se modifica e so aceita as sementes que a ele se ajustam. A paisagem pode mudar, mas nao a beleza dela. A estacao pode mudar mas nao o visual caracteristico, em constante mudanca no padrao de beleza proprio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As estacoes do amor existem, mesmo entre os jovens namorados. Quando um entra para a faculdade, ou começa a trabalhar, provoca mudancas no solo. O jardim se refaz naturalmente, se os jardineiros estiverem atentos. Quem ama 24 horas por dia? Quem pensa no ser objeto do amor, cada fraccao de segundo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="278" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img350.imageshack.us/img350/6769/amorsmallpf7.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jardineiras e jardineiros necessitam de bom senso, alem do conhecimento das diferentes especies de sementes de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/28682740-115455494254981972?l=crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/115455494254981972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/115455494254981972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>CrAzY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146947291769666947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28682740.post-114987935409966396</id><published>2006-06-09T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:09:56.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um momento inesquecivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;keriavos deixar um texto de um livro que eu li e k ameiiii "Um momento inesquecivel" de Nicholas Sparks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/01040091%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As pessoas acham que eu sou estranha, nao acham?-disse ela finalmente, quebrando o silencio.&lt;br /&gt;- Que queres dizer?-perguntei, apesar de saber a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;- As pessoas na escola.&lt;br /&gt;- Nao, nao acham nada-menti.&lt;br /&gt;Beijei-lhe a face enquanto apertava ligeiramente o seu braco um pouco mais junto a mim. Ela encolheu-se, e percebi que, de alguma formam, a tinha magoado.&lt;br /&gt;- Sentes-te bem?-inquiri, preocupado.&lt;br /&gt;- Estou bem-disse ela, recompondo-se e persistindo no assunto.-Mas fazes-me um favor?&lt;br /&gt;- O que quiseres-respondi.&lt;br /&gt;- Prometes-me dizer so a verdade a partir de agora? Ou seja, sempre?&lt;br /&gt;- Esta bem.&lt;br /&gt;De subito, ela deteve-me e olhou-me fixamente.-Estas a mentir -me neste preciso momento?&lt;br /&gt;- Nao – respondi na defensiva, perguntando-me onde ela quereria chegar.-Prometo que a partir de agora vou dizer-te sempre a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;De certo modo, quando o disse, sabia que me havia de arrepender.&lt;br /&gt;Recomecamos a andar. Enquanto desciamos a rua, olhei para a mao dela, que estava presa em volta da minha, e vi uma grande contusao mesmo por debaixo do seu dedo anelar. Não fazia a minima ideia de onde vinha aquilo, uma vez que nao existia no dia anterior. Por um segundo, pensei que pudesse ter sido causada por mim, mas depois percebi que nem sequer a tinha tocado naquele sitio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/amor-para-recordar02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As pessoas acham que eu sou estranha, nao acham?-perguntou-me de novo.&lt;br /&gt;A minha respiracao saia em pequenas baforadas.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim-respondi por fim. Custou-me ter de dize-lo.&lt;br /&gt;- Porque?-Parecia quase desanimada.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei no assunto.-As pessoas tem razoes diferentes-disse vagamente, esforcando-me para nao ir mais longe.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas porque, exactamente? E por causa do meu pai? Ou e porque eu tento ser boa para as pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;Não queria estar ali.&lt;br /&gt;- Suponho que sim -foi tudo o que consegui responder. Senti-me um pouco agoniado.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie parecia desapontada e caminhamos um pouco mais em silencio.&lt;br /&gt;- Tambem pensas que eu sou estranha? -perguntou-me.&lt;br /&gt;A maneira como o disse magoou-me mais do que eu imaginara possivel. Estavamos quase a chegar a casa dela quando lhe cortei o passo e a abracei com a forca. Beijei-a e, quando nos separamos, ela olhou para o chao.&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei o meu dedo por debaixo do queixo dela, levantando-lhe a cabeça e fazendo com que olhasse de novo para mim.-Tu es uma pessoa maravilhosa, Jamie. Es linda, es generosa, es dedicada… Es tudo o que eu gostaria de ser. Se os outros nao gostam de ti, ou pensam que es estranha, o problema e deles.&lt;br /&gt;Sob o brilho acinzentado de um dia frio de Inverno, reparei que o seu labio inferior tremia. Com o meu acontecia o mesmo, e percebi subitamente que o meu coracao também estava a acelarar.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-a nos olhos, sorrindo com toda a emocao que consegui reunir, sabendo que nao conseguia manter as palavras dentro de mim por mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;- Amo-te, Jamie - disse-lhe. -Es a melhor coisa que ja me aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Era a primeira vez que dizia aquelas palavras a alguem. Quando imaginava pronuncia-las pensava sempre que iria ser dificil, mas não foi. Nunca antes tivera certeza de qualquer coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal disse aquelas palavras, porem, Jamie baixou a cabeça e comecou a chorar, encostando o seu corpo ao meu. Envolvi- a nos meus bracos, perguntando-me o que se passava. Ela estava magra e percebi, pela primeira vez, que os meus bracos a envolviam completamente. Tinha emagrecido, mesmo na ultima semana e meia. Continuou a chorar encostada ao meu peito durante o que me pareceu muito tempo. Não sabia bem o que pensar, ou ate se ela sentia o mesmo que eu. Ainda assim, não lamentei as minhas palavras. A verdade e sempre a verdade e tinha acabado de lhe prometer que nunca mais a mentiria.&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor, nao digas isso -disse-me ela --Por favor…&lt;br /&gt;- Mas e verdade -contrapus, pensando que ela nao acreditara em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Comecou a chorar ainda mais. --Desculpa --sussurrou-me entre solucoes rasgados. – Peco imensa desculpa…&lt;br /&gt;Senti a garganta secar de repente.&lt;br /&gt;- Por que e que pedes desculpa? -perguntei, subitamente ansioso por perceber o que estava a incomoda-la. -E por causa dos meus amigos e do que eles vao dizer? Ja nao me importo com isso, a sero que nao. -Apegava-me a qualquer coisa, confuso e com medo.&lt;br /&gt;Passou-se outro longo momento ate ela deixar de chorar. Por fim, ergue os olhos para mim. Beijou-me suavemente, quase como a respiracao de um trauseunte na rua de uma cidade, depois passou o dedo pela minha face.&lt;br /&gt;- Nao podes estar apaixonado por mim, Landon -disse ela de olhos vermelhos e inchados. –Podemos ser amigos, podemos encontrar-nos … mas nao podes amar-me.&lt;br /&gt;- Por que nao? -gritei roucamente, nao percebendo nada daquilo.&lt;br /&gt;- Porque -disse ela, por fim, baixinho -estou muito doente, Landon.&lt;br /&gt;A ideia era -me tao absolutamente estranha que nao conseguia compreender o que se ela estava a tentar dizer.&lt;br /&gt;- E depois? Daqui a alguns dias…&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso triste atravessou -lhe o rosto e soube imediatamente o que ela estava a tentar dizer-me. Os seus olhos nunca deixaram os meus quando, finalmente, disse as palavras que me entorpeceram a alma.&lt;br /&gt;- Estou a morrer, Landon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;espero k gostem... tenham um exelente fim de semana... k eu vou po algarve uma semanita :D...fikem bem... kisses perfeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PS: PESSOAL TOCA A SE INCREVER EM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cordaohumano.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;www.cordaohumano.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; PA TRAZERMOS A TACA PA CASA :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/acreditar_bandeira_portugal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28682740-114987935409966396?l=crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/114987935409966396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/114987935409966396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/um-momento-inesquecivel.html' title='Um momento inesquecivel'/><author><name>CrAzY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146947291769666947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28682740.post-114920820277156091</id><published>2006-06-01T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:43:37.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco sobre mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oiiii... neste primeiro post queria falar um pouco de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3764/3042/320/Ana_tv_acabada.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nome: Ana&lt;br /&gt;Idade: 18 anitos&lt;br /&gt;Signo: Caranguejo&lt;br /&gt;Estado civil: Solteira&lt;br /&gt;Um destino de ferias: Ilhas Gregas, Cabo Verde, Paris, Italia e claro o Japao&lt;br /&gt;Um destino a evitar: hmmm... sei la&lt;br /&gt;Melhor caracteristica: Amiga e Divertida&lt;br /&gt;Pior caracteristica: Teimosa e as vexes bem xata&lt;br /&gt;Cor favorita: Gosto axim de tds.... mas o azul bate tds lol&lt;br /&gt;Homem perfeito: Existe??? O meu e o meu princepe...&lt;br /&gt;Uma colecc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ao: Isqueiros (mas n fumo lool)&lt;br /&gt;O que adoro comprar: Prendas lol... sei la, roupa, livros, cds.....&lt;br /&gt;Medos: De acabar sozinha sem amigos lol&lt;br /&gt;Objectivo que gostaria de alcançar: Ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Tem tatuagens ou piercings : Nao tenho&lt;br /&gt;Maior arrependimento: De nao agarrar as oportunidades por falta de auto-estima&lt;br /&gt;Primeira coisa k notas no sexo oposto: Maos e olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Bebida favorita: Neste momento a agua&lt;br /&gt;Mes favorito: Junho e Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;Comida favorita: Lasanha, pato no forno, bacalhao com natas.... gosto de td um pouco... Qual a primeira coisa que pensas quando acordas: hmmm... ixo agora ;)&lt;br /&gt;Filme preferido: Tantos...&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: ler, ver tv, praia, estar com os amigos....sei la... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto... queria agradecer a sr Ana por me ter dado este "presente" (so me das trabalho maluka)... fiquem bem &lt;/p&gt;KISSES PERFEITOS &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28682740-114920820277156091?l=crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/114920820277156091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28682740/posts/default/114920820277156091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-mycrazyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/um-pouco-sobre-mim.html' title='Um pouco sobre mim...'/><author><name>CrAzY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146947291769666947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
