<?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-4421349008595608143</id><updated>2012-02-01T17:22:13.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...uma bobalona incomoda muita gente...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-544581063637643812</id><published>2011-12-27T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:22:13.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth burns deep inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ob9zCzNk93o/Tynktm0louI/AAAAAAAABNo/ZkurNNhBPY0/s1600/DSCF5531.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/-ob9zCzNk93o/Tynktm0louI/AAAAAAAABNo/ZkurNNhBPY0/s400/DSCF5531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704341875207807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cante por absolvição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Nossos erros permanecem irreparados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;E nossas almas não serão exumadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conheço a minha linha de alcance&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na minha cabeça, são memórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memórias dos dias ruins, de chão no asfalto e olhar escondido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De zero até 110, Eu fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as palavras ditas não são justificadas ou apagadas com desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas aquelas conclusões que se formaram aqui dentro, são pura paranóia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as vezes em que olhei e silêncio, minha certeza era de que podia entender minhas alegações. SIM! As não ditas, no barulho que o ar faz quando passa pelos nossos ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche seus olhos por um instante e pense um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou presa a isso, como você.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem outro lugar para ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então tem que ser aqui, e agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É! Porra. Tá dificil de entender a mente de uma garota de 22 anos que se perdeu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu bem. I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-544581063637643812?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/544581063637643812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2012/02/truth-burns-deep-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/544581063637643812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/544581063637643812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2012/02/truth-burns-deep-inside.html' title='The truth burns deep inside'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ob9zCzNk93o/Tynktm0louI/AAAAAAAABNo/ZkurNNhBPY0/s72-c/DSCF5531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-615492958582440076</id><published>2011-12-10T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:30:28.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9m-WMMsu5s/TuQHjqNWfwI/AAAAAAAABNQ/EhKtLMx_DNo/s1600/fogged.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9m-WMMsu5s/TuQHjqNWfwI/AAAAAAAABNQ/EhKtLMx_DNo/s400/fogged.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684676938855513858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até que ponto iremos chegar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-615492958582440076?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/615492958582440076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/12/glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/615492958582440076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/615492958582440076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/12/glass.html' title='glass'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9m-WMMsu5s/TuQHjqNWfwI/AAAAAAAABNQ/EhKtLMx_DNo/s72-c/fogged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2568873913944553717</id><published>2011-12-07T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:29:26.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raibow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5SNoSxIZuI/Tt-m5TVcVdI/AAAAAAAABNE/FNvPMENF1FA/s1600/Imagem0029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5SNoSxIZuI/Tt-m5TVcVdI/AAAAAAAABNE/FNvPMENF1FA/s400/Imagem0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683444758137820626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena cidade, considerada por muitos, como um lugar sagrado e de uma concentração de energia que contagia todos os seus visitantes e moradores.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um lugar para chamar de lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2568873913944553717?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2568873913944553717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/12/raibow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2568873913944553717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2568873913944553717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/12/raibow.html' title='raibow'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5SNoSxIZuI/Tt-m5TVcVdI/AAAAAAAABNE/FNvPMENF1FA/s72-c/Imagem0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8797271069112127911</id><published>2011-10-30T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:31:51.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt6wrPjkMSI/Tq3dob8u-gI/AAAAAAAABM4/V0vlMCWHYxA/s1600/incrivel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt6wrPjkMSI/Tq3dob8u-gI/AAAAAAAABM4/V0vlMCWHYxA/s400/incrivel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669431192696322562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eu gosto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Prove isso1 Grite para o mundo que você gosta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- *Sussurra* Eu gosto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Por que você sussurrou isso para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Porque você é meu mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É cansativo gritar daquela forma. como se a energia que me carrega fosse se esvaziando a cada nota mais alta do me timbre.&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito, pois quem sabe assim se escuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me pintei nas paredes no quarto diversas vezes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas de água e vapor apenas me enganam um pouco mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-8797271069112127911?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8797271069112127911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/10/p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8797271069112127911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8797271069112127911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/10/p.html' title='one point'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt6wrPjkMSI/Tq3dob8u-gI/AAAAAAAABM4/V0vlMCWHYxA/s72-c/incrivel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5330502886766822353</id><published>2011-09-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:27:03.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De-lilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrzbqVeH2pA/TnPa4kXIaZI/AAAAAAAABMw/f6DFJ77Ts00/s1600/Cute_little_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653102622648330642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrzbqVeH2pA/TnPa4kXIaZI/AAAAAAAABMw/f6DFJ77Ts00/s400/Cute_little_girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna lose my nerve&lt;br /&gt;I never met a more impossible girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As partes que as vezes se recortam no azulejo do banheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A água que cai do chuveiro as limpa em menos de um olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crescer é mais dificil do que lhe contaram, porém quanto maior a resistência maior é a sensação de sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Liberdade tem preço e data de vencimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afinal, não vamos querer que venha cortar por falta de pagamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paguei um aluguel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indepência é uma adrelina incrivel...&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/4421349008595608143-5330502886766822353?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5330502886766822353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-lilah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5330502886766822353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5330502886766822353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-lilah.html' title='De-lilah'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrzbqVeH2pA/TnPa4kXIaZI/AAAAAAAABMw/f6DFJ77Ts00/s72-c/Cute_little_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8383725540849663634</id><published>2011-09-09T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:12:53.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emL-FznVYR8/Tmr_joTxPDI/AAAAAAAABMo/iBLX6VUAWSY/s1600/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emL-FznVYR8/Tmr_joTxPDI/AAAAAAAABMo/iBLX6VUAWSY/s400/lua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650609670070549554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna build you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna break you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna reconstruct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna feel your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Lua veio me encontrar essa noite.&lt;br /&gt;Vestida inteira de branco, com uma energia translucida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raios e cores na água de sua cachoeira escondida no vale.&lt;br /&gt;A Lua faz a luz da noite,&lt;br /&gt;e envolve em histórias e risadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque em São Thomé das Orelhas, a Julia furou suas letras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava lá.&lt;br /&gt;E uma parte da minha família também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolhida pelos amigos, o grande amor e a bela lua a brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encantando os amantes e malucos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-8383725540849663634?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8383725540849663634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/09/moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8383725540849663634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8383725540849663634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/09/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emL-FznVYR8/Tmr_joTxPDI/AAAAAAAABMo/iBLX6VUAWSY/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6515725880404857389</id><published>2011-09-01T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:21:31.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ice and cold</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/-l1sRX2SgAWY/TmATZCImdrI/AAAAAAAABMg/vT60mfsZCzU/s1600/caminho%2Bde%2Bestrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1sRX2SgAWY/TmATZCImdrI/AAAAAAAABMg/vT60mfsZCzU/s400/caminho%2Bde%2Bestrelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647535253513205426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ven que te quiero cantar de corazón así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sente o fogo passando dentro das suas veias.&lt;br /&gt;Quando seus olhos encontram o seu desejo&lt;br /&gt;A volúpia incondicional seus outros sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve puxões nos pequenos fios de cabelo que nascem na nuca. Mordidas de sair sangue dos lábios quando os pensamentos ultrapassam a mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as pernas que se entrelaçam ao imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A imaginação que se expande ao explorar as possibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibilidades em todos os lugares e posições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode-se fazer com esse meu egoísmo de te querer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6515725880404857389?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6515725880404857389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/09/ice-and-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6515725880404857389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6515725880404857389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/09/ice-and-cold.html' title='ice and cold'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1sRX2SgAWY/TmATZCImdrI/AAAAAAAABMg/vT60mfsZCzU/s72-c/caminho%2Bde%2Bestrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6777132338799099140</id><published>2011-07-27T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:32:29.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor e Espinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1u2h4Xk9Vc/TjB1zN-OGjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/j_Kw8WwmXNw/s1600/flor_vermelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634132656624900658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1u2h4Xk9Vc/TjB1zN-OGjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/j_Kw8WwmXNw/s400/flor_vermelha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Composição: Nelson Cavaquinho, Guilherme de Brito, Alcides Caminha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tire o seu sorriso do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero passar com a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pra você eu sou espinho&lt;br /&gt;Espinho não machuca a flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu so errei quando juntei minh'alma a sua&lt;br /&gt;O sol não pode viver perto da lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o seu sorriso do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero passar com a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pra você eu sou espinho&lt;br /&gt;Espinho não machuca a flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu so errei quando juntei minh'alma a sua&lt;br /&gt;O sol não pode viver perto da lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no espelho que eu vejo a minha magoa&lt;br /&gt;A minha dor e os meus olhos rasos d'agua&lt;br /&gt;Eu na sua vida já fui uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou espinho em seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu so errei quando juntei minh'alma a sua&lt;br /&gt;O sol não pode viver perto da lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o seu sorriso do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero passar com a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero passar com a minha dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6777132338799099140?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6777132338799099140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/07/flor-e-espinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6777132338799099140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6777132338799099140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/07/flor-e-espinho.html' title='Flor e Espinho'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1u2h4Xk9Vc/TjB1zN-OGjI/AAAAAAAABMQ/j_Kw8WwmXNw/s72-c/flor_vermelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8946825586646399796</id><published>2011-05-15T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:28:53.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do lado de cá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOaw-5NDNjI/TdB9pxY4Q-I/AAAAAAAABLs/qziOQuqm-Rk/s1600/fishtail_by_suicide_bee-d3geixg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOaw-5NDNjI/TdB9pxY4Q-I/AAAAAAAABLs/qziOQuqm-Rk/s400/fishtail_by_suicide_bee-d3geixg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607119692662064098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(183, 183, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/chimarruts/" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-size: 13.5pt; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; "&gt;Chimarruts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a vida às vezes dá uns dias de segundos cinzas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o tempo tic taca devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Põe o teu melhor vestido, brilha teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem pra cá, vem pra cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a vida muitas vezes só chuvisca, só garoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tudo não parece funcionar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe esse problema a toa, pra ficar na boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maré é boa de provar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o meu corpo dança sem parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá tem música, amigos e alguém para amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a vida às vezes dá uns dias de segundos cinzas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o tempo tic taca devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Põe o teu melhor vestido, brilha teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem pra cá, vem pra cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a vida muitas vezes só chuvisca, só garoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tudo não parece funcionar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe esse problema a toa, pra ficar na boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maré é boa de provar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o meu corpo dança sem parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá tem música, amigos e alguém para amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida é agora, vê se não demora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra recomeçar é só ter vontade de felicidade pra pular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maré é boa de provar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o meu corpo dança sem parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá tem música, amigos e alguém para amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-8946825586646399796?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8946825586646399796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-lado-de-ca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8946825586646399796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8946825586646399796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-lado-de-ca.html' title='Do lado de cá'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOaw-5NDNjI/TdB9pxY4Q-I/AAAAAAAABLs/qziOQuqm-Rk/s72-c/fishtail_by_suicide_bee-d3geixg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5466713902755312019</id><published>2011-04-29T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T07:34:03.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBVaWqlhaD4/TbrMI5J2RgI/AAAAAAAABLk/i34TMTajAjE/s1600/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBVaWqlhaD4/TbrMI5J2RgI/AAAAAAAABLk/i34TMTajAjE/s400/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601013539741779458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;É momentos como estes que você aprende a viver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;É momentos como estes que você dá e dá novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;É momentos como estes que você aprende a amar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;É momentos como estes e outra vez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sentada na beirada da cama, com um cigarro apagado na mão.&lt;div&gt;A doses de sonhos espalhados nos copos que estão no quarto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O relógio contou mais uma hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Baby I will wait for you, another hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Depois, mais tarde, amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A espera não tem data de termino.&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/4421349008595608143-5466713902755312019?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5466713902755312019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5466713902755312019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5466713902755312019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/longer.html' title='Longer'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBVaWqlhaD4/TbrMI5J2RgI/AAAAAAAABLk/i34TMTajAjE/s72-c/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5086099369105705632</id><published>2011-04-16T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T10:37:05.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZTOH-j3_Pc/TanTMMDpXTI/AAAAAAAABLc/g413JcRFcfA/s1600/Love_by_Elena_Elendim.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZTOH-j3_Pc/TanTMMDpXTI/AAAAAAAABLc/g413JcRFcfA/s400/Love_by_Elena_Elendim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596236218332962098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cause I like you so much better when you're naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa noite eu sonhei com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um leve tocar de lábios em meio a bocejos e se espreguiçar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns para você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4421349008595608143-5086099369105705632?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5086099369105705632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5086099369105705632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5086099369105705632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZTOH-j3_Pc/TanTMMDpXTI/AAAAAAAABLc/g413JcRFcfA/s72-c/Love_by_Elena_Elendim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-679302837122335332</id><published>2011-04-13T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T04:36:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4TRc9xEnxY/TaWKQwoktwI/AAAAAAAABLU/GetOP8X0prs/s1600/fragile_by_photobri25-d3dvajf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4TRc9xEnxY/TaWKQwoktwI/AAAAAAAABLU/GetOP8X0prs/s400/fragile_by_photobri25-d3dvajf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595030132615329538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my love, my gold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you see my heart, my soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 16px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that you dream about it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fui sua advogada e preparei sua defesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apenas para minha tese confirmar o exato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meu veredicto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Você é o senhor dos meus pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aqui não julgarás em perjúrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sem falso testemunho eu confesso meu amor sem lucidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Louco amor, meu réu e juiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me prenda em seu coração.&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/4421349008595608143-679302837122335332?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/679302837122335332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/justice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/679302837122335332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/679302837122335332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4TRc9xEnxY/TaWKQwoktwI/AAAAAAAABLU/GetOP8X0prs/s72-c/fragile_by_photobri25-d3dvajf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3731826902945800497</id><published>2011-04-09T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:44:10.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce encanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfV_JlGAvPM/TaFDoaHTKuI/AAAAAAAABLM/u6XGUXjmpVE/s1600/gotas_by_sirpablito-d2ywkzj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfV_JlGAvPM/TaFDoaHTKuI/AAAAAAAABLM/u6XGUXjmpVE/s400/gotas_by_sirpablito-d2ywkzj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593826573654633186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;As horas que eu não escuto, passam por conta gotas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vi as flores escondidas do doce perfume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elas passaram pelas árvores na noite gelada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E senti a brisa em meu rosto enquanto tudo desabrochava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-3731826902945800497?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3731826902945800497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/doce-encanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3731826902945800497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3731826902945800497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/doce-encanto.html' title='Doce encanto'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfV_JlGAvPM/TaFDoaHTKuI/AAAAAAAABLM/u6XGUXjmpVE/s72-c/gotas_by_sirpablito-d2ywkzj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7188675534327820476</id><published>2011-04-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:53:12.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpHDftphxKM/TZ5AT9v70zI/AAAAAAAABLE/w1dU985ED2s/s1600/freedom_by_uzuncakmak-d13h4j3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpHDftphxKM/TZ5AT9v70zI/AAAAAAAABLE/w1dU985ED2s/s400/freedom_by_uzuncakmak-d13h4j3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592978498978042674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixe com minhas certezas e conceitos ao entardecer do dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvimos apenas distantes sons de &lt;b&gt;liberdade&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;ainda que tardia&lt;/i&gt;!) em Minas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alegria de estar viva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E andar sob meus passos de escolha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho o futuro em minhas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4421349008595608143-7188675534327820476?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7188675534327820476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7188675534327820476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7188675534327820476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpHDftphxKM/TZ5AT9v70zI/AAAAAAAABLE/w1dU985ED2s/s72-c/freedom_by_uzuncakmak-d13h4j3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2123043164302854240</id><published>2011-04-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:05:02.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j_wlioNSuU/TZ0bjuTSn4I/AAAAAAAABK8/G-NC6B4D6hM/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j_wlioNSuU/TZ0bjuTSn4I/AAAAAAAABK8/G-NC6B4D6hM/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592656612802338690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;São minhas mãos, os meus olhos no escuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;São tuas mãos, os meus olhos no futuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meia hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meio-dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre atrasada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo de louco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mundo de louco presos a tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo quem faz é nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se for apertado;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só chegar um pouco mais para o lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2123043164302854240?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2123043164302854240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/zeit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2123043164302854240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2123043164302854240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/04/zeit.html' title='Zeit'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j_wlioNSuU/TZ0bjuTSn4I/AAAAAAAABK8/G-NC6B4D6hM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7005558396230555508</id><published>2011-03-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:13:59.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjYQO1KaEl4/TYjiqWXgG_I/AAAAAAAABKc/JqFlWzCQ59s/s1600/let_it_burn_by_shadowrunner599-d321uls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjYQO1KaEl4/TYjiqWXgG_I/AAAAAAAABKc/JqFlWzCQ59s/s400/let_it_burn_by_shadowrunner599-d321uls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586964554939636722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu queimei sua foto pra arrancar o restante.&lt;div&gt;A ausência de um toque no rosto durante o beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh love of me another life, não resta mais nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encaixo em você agora, eu alcanço meus desejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Controvérsia cabível ao momento. Tenho decretado! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4421349008595608143-7005558396230555508?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7005558396230555508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/03/passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7005558396230555508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7005558396230555508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/03/passado.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjYQO1KaEl4/TYjiqWXgG_I/AAAAAAAABKc/JqFlWzCQ59s/s72-c/let_it_burn_by_shadowrunner599-d321uls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4884300372557611331</id><published>2011-03-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:47:02.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZUoWiZ6loU/TYjjRJTX1II/AAAAAAAABKk/EvO9gF6ptds/s1600/08.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZUoWiZ6loU/TYjjRJTX1II/AAAAAAAABKk/EvO9gF6ptds/s400/08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586965221447554178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcance seus desejos no céu.&lt;div&gt;Desde nuvens com formas e novos tons, vermelho que se mistura ao branco, até o sol que cega os olhos e clareia as idéias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante a noite, encantos pelas estrelas que formam constelações e emoções, junto com a lua em sua meditação de beleza e brilho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-4884300372557611331?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4884300372557611331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4884300372557611331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4884300372557611331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-sky.html' title='In the sky'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZUoWiZ6loU/TYjjRJTX1II/AAAAAAAABKk/EvO9gF6ptds/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3066130572738254182</id><published>2011-02-18T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:25:11.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4FVhoz-Np4/TV9T7AqoBMI/AAAAAAAABKM/dARhlhj-ZSc/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4FVhoz-Np4/TV9T7AqoBMI/AAAAAAAABKM/dARhlhj-ZSc/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575267136964134082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele chega e diz que quer uma revolução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu começo pelos meus pés em volta da pista de dança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem instituições! Viva a liberdade (ainda que tardia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela sabe que tudo vai ficar bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- é mesmo!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- É mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por entre as horas da lua em círculos, eu vi o mundo por um véu colorido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guerra começou, e vejo todo camuflados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém sem coragem, todos com coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guerra dentro de nós, dentro do mundo, por fora do universo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A luz que brilha na sua mente é o que deve te guiar. Não abaixe a cabeça para os problemas. Respire mais uma vez para achar o caminho. Pode não ser daquela vez, mas você deve se dar a tentativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se acomode, muito menos incomode. O seu modo é sempre melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é estrela do seu céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4421349008595608143-3066130572738254182?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3066130572738254182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/02/revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3066130572738254182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3066130572738254182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/02/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4FVhoz-Np4/TV9T7AqoBMI/AAAAAAAABKM/dARhlhj-ZSc/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3857778931274437643</id><published>2011-02-05T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:33:26.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Young Forever"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKJMGIZPrTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/d70YqlDjb9I/s1600/forever_young_by_cafe_leite_e_espuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 328px; display: block; height: 231px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522059761325944114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKJMGIZPrTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/d70YqlDjb9I/s400/forever_young_by_cafe_leite_e_espuma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero crescer, eu não quero correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer ficar sentada em baixo da escada, vendo os carros passando, cortando os semáfaros da cidade, e as avenidas em suas esquinas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva não vai deixar de chover por aqui, e nem por lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha terra tem palmeiras&lt;/em&gt;, onde canta o Sabiá&lt;/span&gt; o sábio disse.&lt;br /&gt;Minha terra problemas, onde as pessoas explodem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa terra tem futuro, tem colheita e tem salvação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, pode ser.&lt;br /&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/4421349008595608143-3857778931274437643?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3857778931274437643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/02/young-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3857778931274437643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3857778931274437643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/02/young-forever.html' title='&quot;Young Forever&quot;'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKJMGIZPrTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/d70YqlDjb9I/s72-c/forever_young_by_cafe_leite_e_espuma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3438148864550507599</id><published>2011-01-27T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:50:33.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu encontro meu caminho nas pedras.&lt;br /&gt;Trilhando uma a cada passo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-3438148864550507599?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3438148864550507599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-encontro-meu-caminho-nas-pedras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3438148864550507599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3438148864550507599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-encontro-meu-caminho-nas-pedras.html' title=''/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6238282880315340937</id><published>2010-12-29T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:30:57.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TRt9yEJ_4xI/AAAAAAAABJY/A_OpAnAM6vo/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556172864354247442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TRt9yEJ_4xI/AAAAAAAABJY/A_OpAnAM6vo/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só para avisar: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou morar em São Thomé das Letras!&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/4421349008595608143-6238282880315340937?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6238282880315340937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/12/paraiso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6238282880315340937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6238282880315340937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/12/paraiso.html' title='Paraíso'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TRt9yEJ_4xI/AAAAAAAABJY/A_OpAnAM6vo/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3159590755374058076</id><published>2010-12-18T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:02:16.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Até logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TQ09JH59b2I/AAAAAAAABJI/U0eySDXZwtQ/s1600/0%252C%252C39167518-FMM%252C00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552161142567956322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TQ09JH59b2I/AAAAAAAABJI/U0eySDXZwtQ/s400/0%252C%252C39167518-FMM%252C00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acordei pra fugir de São Paulo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motorista sem educação e farol fechado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trânsito e a conta atrasada da televisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destino: Paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Companhia: A única que importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo, sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;te amo, vento.&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/4421349008595608143-3159590755374058076?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3159590755374058076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/12/ate-logo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3159590755374058076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3159590755374058076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/12/ate-logo.html' title='Até logo'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TQ09JH59b2I/AAAAAAAABJI/U0eySDXZwtQ/s72-c/0%252C%252C39167518-FMM%252C00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5799722199200487967</id><published>2010-11-22T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:45:34.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOr-r9xcRWI/AAAAAAAABJA/GWS5hzy10w0/s1600/the_new_little_house___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542522322702583138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOr-r9xcRWI/AAAAAAAABJA/GWS5hzy10w0/s400/the_new_little_house___by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma casa muito engraçada&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha teto, não tinha nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procura-se:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um lugar para o sofá ao lado dos livros nas estantes&lt;br /&gt;Espaço para a geladeira e fogão. Se possivel, a mesa e as cadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Banho quente! E um reflexo em cima da pia.&lt;br /&gt;Corredor para andar, escalar ou deitar.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de cama, só um colchão com travesseiros.&lt;br /&gt;Área para lazer de um filhote. Cachorra. Vira-lata que rouba calcinhas. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hshauhsuahsuha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Aonde eu acho o anúncio?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aluga-se:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quarto, sala, cozinha, banheiro com quintal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;obs.: Eu quero me mudar.&lt;/u&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/4421349008595608143-5799722199200487967?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5799722199200487967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/era-uma-casa-muito-engracada-nao-tinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5799722199200487967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5799722199200487967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/era-uma-casa-muito-engracada-nao-tinha.html' title='Little house'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOr-r9xcRWI/AAAAAAAABJA/GWS5hzy10w0/s72-c/the_new_little_house___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5769584741762688603</id><published>2010-11-22T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:35:04.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you take my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOr6mvesaPI/AAAAAAAABI4/Gfoql1bfXAQ/s1600/perfect__by_JulyZui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542517834919995634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOr6mvesaPI/AAAAAAAABI4/Gfoql1bfXAQ/s400/perfect__by_JulyZui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you smile, the whole world stops&lt;br /&gt;and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está em enlouquecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero devolta nossos dias nublosos, as nossas noites quentes de arder.&lt;br /&gt;Madrugadas com som de chuva no telhado e música na sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero meus dias com para beijo ao acordar:&lt;br /&gt;- Bo... booom dia! Unh unh... Que horas são!? Tenho mais cinco minutos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite quente com vinho gelado:&lt;br /&gt;- Mato minha sede na sua boca.&lt;br /&gt;A noite na cidade na Inglaterra&lt;br /&gt;- Você cabe embaixo do meu cobertor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas do amanhecer:&lt;br /&gt;- Tá chovendo lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!!! Quero saltar dos nossos problemas e encontrar lá embaixo aquela água cristalina e o som do vento pelas árvores.&lt;br /&gt;Você só precisa me segurar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5769584741762688603?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5769584741762688603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-take-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5769584741762688603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5769584741762688603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-take-my-hand.html' title='if you take my hand'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOr6mvesaPI/AAAAAAAABI4/Gfoql1bfXAQ/s72-c/perfect__by_JulyZui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-1621038933515747202</id><published>2010-11-16T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:06:53.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOLHr5BYIaI/AAAAAAAABIw/hGgHN0PYo1c/s1600/Missing__by_xxkiriku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540210048474030498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOLHr5BYIaI/AAAAAAAABIw/hGgHN0PYo1c/s400/Missing__by_xxkiriku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Fergie]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso esperar outra noite, esperar outra noite.&lt;br /&gt;Sem você. Desde que você se foi, tudo não parece&lt;br /&gt;como costumava ser entre eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou sentindo sua falta. Eu estou sentindo sua falta amor (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo sua falta (amor, amor)&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta do seu amor (amor, amor)&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta do seu amor (amor, amor)&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo sua falta amor (amor, amor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Will.i.am]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Você você você em todos, em todos os lugares&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou cantando essa canção triste. Se te amar&lt;br /&gt;É errado, então devo estar errado.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando eu estou indo (estou indo)&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor é forte (eu estou indo)&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única que eu quero, a única, a única, você é a minha número um.&lt;br /&gt;E ver que o nosso amor não está fora de moda&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do seu amor, da sua paixão&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor é eterno, eterno, eterno.&lt;br /&gt;eterno, eterno, eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Fergie]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso esperar outra noite, esperar outra noite.&lt;br /&gt;Sem você. Desde que você se foi, tudo não parece&lt;br /&gt;como costumava ser entre eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou sentindo sua falta. Eu estou sentindo sua falta amor (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo sua (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo sua falta (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo sua falta (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo sua falta (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Will.i.am &amp;amp; Taboo]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quando estou sem caminho (eu sinto sua falta)&lt;br /&gt;Agitando nossos shows (sinto sua falta)&lt;br /&gt;Até uma milha ou perto (eu sinto sua falta)&lt;br /&gt;Sempre glamurosa&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu sentir falta de você por perto (sinto sua falta)&lt;br /&gt;Continua glamurosa&lt;br /&gt;Quando sintir a falta do seu toque (sinto sua falta)&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sinto falta do seu toque&lt;br /&gt;Gastando todo meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sim, com você na minha mente (sinto sua falta)&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente fica em você, eu estou sentindo é a sua falta (sinto sua falta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Fergie]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estou sentindo sua falta, estou sentindo sua falta.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que você se foi, tudo não parece como&lt;br /&gt;costumava ser entre eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou sentindo sua falta, eu estou sentindo sua falta amor (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;sentindo sua falta amor (amor amor amor)&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo sua falta (amor, amor)&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta do seu amor (amor, amor)&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta do seu amor (amor, amor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[A.p.l.]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem o seu amor, você é a garota que eu estive pensando&lt;br /&gt;Não posso viver sem o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;O que é a vida sem o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo todo é sobre o seu amor, não posso viver sem você amor&lt;br /&gt;Querida, sem o seu amor, não será sem o seu amor. amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Fergie]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, não vá baby, eu estou precisando de você agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo falta de você (oh oh oh),&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo falta de você (oh oh oh),&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo falta de você (oh oh oh),&lt;br /&gt;Estou com saudades, Estou com saudades, Estou com saudades,Estou com saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, eu sinto falta do seu amor, menina&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta, eu sinto falta do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do seu amor, menina&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta, eu sinto falta do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, eu sinto falta do seu amor, menina&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta, eu sinto falta do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do seu amor, menina&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta, eu sinto falta do seu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-1621038933515747202?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/1621038933515747202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1621038933515747202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1621038933515747202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TOLHr5BYIaI/AAAAAAAABIw/hGgHN0PYo1c/s72-c/Missing__by_xxkiriku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2889425910018311265</id><published>2010-11-10T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T05:31:03.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TNvtbIQ0h4I/AAAAAAAABIo/shY1JiAdU2k/s1600/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538281217112442754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TNvtbIQ0h4I/AAAAAAAABIo/shY1JiAdU2k/s400/watch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu encontrei e quis duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Tanto clichê deve não ser&lt;br /&gt;Você me falou pr'eu não me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Ter fé e ver coragem no amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esse mês a conta de luz chegou atrasada e o relógio em cima da geladeira mostra que já passou da hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bomdia&amp;amp;boanoite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Aonde você escondeu meus beijos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Tá no banheiro, atrás da porta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero aquele seu café forte, com leite gelado. Sentados na mesa da cozinha, rindo do cigarro acesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'URGENTE! ESSA VOCÊ NÃO PODE PERDER!&lt;br /&gt;Está na promoção: Problemas e mais chateações.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos no escuro, procurando pontos de lucidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu só peço um pouco mais de tempo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2889425910018311265?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2889425910018311265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2889425910018311265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2889425910018311265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/11/watch.html' title='watch...'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TNvtbIQ0h4I/AAAAAAAABIo/shY1JiAdU2k/s72-c/watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3671181073563141256</id><published>2010-10-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:13:43.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away/Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKzmfvNOXBI/AAAAAAAABIg/l3m91fkFwD4/s1600/legs_by_mejull-d307l0t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525044275799022610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKzmfvNOXBI/AAAAAAAABIg/l3m91fkFwD4/s400/legs_by_mejull-d307l0t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;She&lt;/s&gt; He took my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt; he took my soul&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'll bleed you dry&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto mais perto chega, mais longe fica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu já desfiei minhas meias de tanto esperar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pergunta que aparece a cada reflexo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certeza que fica mais fraca a cada depois;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O medo de nunca chegar, e ver que o caminho todo percorido só fez com que você se perdesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-3671181073563141256?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3671181073563141256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/10/far-awaycloser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3671181073563141256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3671181073563141256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/10/far-awaycloser.html' title='Far away/Closer'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKzmfvNOXBI/AAAAAAAABIg/l3m91fkFwD4/s72-c/legs_by_mejull-d307l0t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3231540430070118186</id><published>2010-10-01T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:56:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the only exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKZnM8JmSjI/AAAAAAAABIY/O3fRmPjsai0/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKZnM8JmSjI/AAAAAAAABIY/O3fRmPjsai0/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523215465018968626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era mais nova eu vi&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai chorando e praguejando ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Ele partiu seu próprio coração e&lt;br /&gt;Eu assisti enquanto ele tentava remontá-lo&lt;br /&gt;E minha mãe jurou que jamais&lt;br /&gt;Se deixaria esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E esse foi o dia que eu prometi&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cantar sobre o amor se ele não existisse&lt;br /&gt;Mas querido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez em algum lugar profundo da minha alma eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor nunca dura&lt;br /&gt;E nós temos que arranjar outros meios de seguir&lt;br /&gt;Em frente sozinhos e manter a cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre vivi assim&lt;br /&gt;Mantendo uma distância confortável&lt;br /&gt;E até agora eu jurei pra mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que eu era feliz com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Porque nada disso nunca valeu o risco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Mas você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Mas você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Mas você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um forte controle sobre a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso deixar o que está aqui diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você vai embora pela manhã, quando acordar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe com alguma prova de que isso não foi um sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou quase acreditando&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou quase acreditando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-3231540430070118186?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3231540430070118186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-only-exception.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3231540430070118186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3231540430070118186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-only-exception.html' title='You are the only exception'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKZnM8JmSjI/AAAAAAAABIY/O3fRmPjsai0/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6855138481262274818</id><published>2010-09-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:09:40.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[We]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKJLFO8iytI/AAAAAAAABII/e-Nmocx4gX0/s1600/sex_by_opiumpinkprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522058646393113298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKJLFO8iytI/AAAAAAAABII/e-Nmocx4gX0/s400/sex_by_opiumpinkprincess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;You think I'm pretty without any makeup on&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela foi com as mesmas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;As mesma desculpas, a mesma ginga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me faça uma companhia na cama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Veja só como está a manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Choveu forte ontem a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas ficaram de foram, trancados e esquecidos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(por hora)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pelas próximas horas só existe duas pessoas aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sem pressa, sem fome, sono ou sede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morde;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puxa;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aperta forte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- me beija?&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/4421349008595608143-6855138481262274818?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6855138481262274818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/09/we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6855138481262274818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6855138481262274818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/09/we.html' title='[We]'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKJLFO8iytI/AAAAAAAABII/e-Nmocx4gX0/s72-c/sex_by_opiumpinkprincess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5523892895990951627</id><published>2010-09-27T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:34:50.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't touch the sky</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKCO3PMuMxI/AAAAAAAABIA/iQlsW2Imgyw/s1600/foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKCO3PMuMxI/AAAAAAAABIA/iQlsW2Imgyw/s400/foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521570222780068626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus dedos contornam seu peito, mas eu não toco no seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos se distraem com seu sorriso torto, mas não sei te fazer feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- minha cabeça se quebra com seu comodismo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu falo e me repito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se enterrou no relaxamento exaltado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritado ele bate as portas por onde passa. Os xingamentos correm soltos por sua garganta. Aprendiz de ironia ou professor de sarcasmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele dorme nos meus braços e me beija dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, me ajude a respirar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5523892895990951627?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5523892895990951627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-touch-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5523892895990951627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5523892895990951627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-touch-sky.html' title='i can&apos;t touch the sky'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TKCO3PMuMxI/AAAAAAAABIA/iQlsW2Imgyw/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8192413296322749386</id><published>2010-09-07T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:28:38.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TIbYOuaviQI/AAAAAAAABHw/XHVOmJ_RQrA/s1600/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514332541251717378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TIbYOuaviQI/AAAAAAAABHw/XHVOmJ_RQrA/s400/imagem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you keep a coming around&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my heart?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse lugar perdeu seu motivo de existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder falar do que tá na minha cabeça e no coração da forma que eu achar melhor, sem achar que tem gente lendo e dando opnião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento vai ficar calado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-8192413296322749386?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8192413296322749386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-do-you-keep-coming-around-playing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8192413296322749386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8192413296322749386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-do-you-keep-coming-around-playing.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TIbYOuaviQI/AAAAAAAABHw/XHVOmJ_RQrA/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-1727342042649829702</id><published>2010-08-17T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:47:00.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caiçara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TGmWRwezakI/AAAAAAAABHo/0zXm1gI2wBk/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506097251253185090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TGmWRwezakI/AAAAAAAABHo/0zXm1gI2wBk/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É simples, te amo.&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/4421349008595608143-1727342042649829702?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/1727342042649829702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/08/caicara.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1727342042649829702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1727342042649829702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/08/caicara.html' title='Caiçara'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TGmWRwezakI/AAAAAAAABHo/0zXm1gI2wBk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8682021142379250506</id><published>2010-08-16T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:37:02.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TGmVdHvlpaI/AAAAAAAABHg/6_stsIqryQU/s1600/sun_beauty__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506096346964534690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TGmVdHvlpaI/AAAAAAAABHg/6_stsIqryQU/s400/sun_beauty__by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre fui muito saudosista. Nostaaaaaaaaaalgica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um museu ambulante, de guardar meus passados nos bolsos e na cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que eu seja outra pessoa. Eu ainda uso minhas meias listradas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que acontece é que o futuro já está aqui. E se eu não viver meu presente, o que resta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Então, estou vivendo cada segundo como se fosse o primeiro de muitos...&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/4421349008595608143-8682021142379250506?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8682021142379250506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/08/feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8682021142379250506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8682021142379250506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/08/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TGmVdHvlpaI/AAAAAAAABHg/6_stsIqryQU/s72-c/sun_beauty__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5043157240104346917</id><published>2010-06-23T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:05:09.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty and one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TCEIK9h9szI/AAAAAAAABHY/OG6pDXLYxmQ/s1600/Suka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TCEIK9h9szI/AAAAAAAABHY/OG6pDXLYxmQ/s400/Suka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485674805522707250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Então vamo aí, que eu tô pro que der e vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Porque quando a gente junta você sabe como é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Eu tô aqui, pronto pra qualquer emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  'Cê faz bem pra minha mente, mas maltrata o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos que me desejarem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feliz aniversário&lt;/span&gt;, eu agradeço!&lt;br /&gt;Amo todos vocês &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(uns mais que os outros xD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo em  retorno pra vocês '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;momentos inesqueciveis&lt;/span&gt;' nas suas vidas;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os  momentos que tive com vocês, foram desse tipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, não me importo com a viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Se estou perdida? Se estou conhecendo um novo lugar? Se estou me encontrando?&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo isso for uma besteira sem tamanho que lemos em livros de autoajuda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foda-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou feliz nessa madrugada que ira amanhecer com neblina, assim como foi em todos meus aniversários.&lt;br /&gt;Com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vinte e um anos&lt;/span&gt; não quero ficar nostalgica. Quero apenas 'mais'.&lt;br /&gt;Mais risos, mais sexo, mais filmes, mais horas, mais beijos, mais noites, mais vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5043157240104346917?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5043157240104346917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/06/twenty-and-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5043157240104346917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5043157240104346917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/06/twenty-and-one.html' title='twenty and one'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TCEIK9h9szI/AAAAAAAABHY/OG6pDXLYxmQ/s72-c/Suka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-13780950155747896</id><published>2010-06-22T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:19:53.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Palhaço do circo sem futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TCDwp19GShI/AAAAAAAABHQ/1gBQ2WpG81U/s1600/Clown_by_kalenisis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TCDwp19GShI/AAAAAAAABHQ/1gBQ2WpG81U/s400/Clown_by_kalenisis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485648947785910802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tudo começou quando o filho morria de vergonha porque o pai era palhaço de um circo sem futuro. E ele cresceu sem dizer onde é que o pai trabalhava para os amigos. Sempre muito envergonhado, cresceu com a vida muito amargurada, se formou em outra coisa. Um certo dia, recebe a notícia de que o pai está no leito de morte. Ele corre lá, entra no quarto, tira a gravata, tira o paletó, se ajoelha e diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Pai, me ensina a ser palhaço.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Pai, me ensina a ser palhaço.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Pai, me ensina a ser palhaço!&lt;br /&gt;- Isso não se ensina, seu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bosta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-13780950155747896?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/13780950155747896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-palhaco-do-circo-sem-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/13780950155747896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/13780950155747896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-palhaco-do-circo-sem-futuro.html' title='O Palhaço do circo sem futuro'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/TCDwp19GShI/AAAAAAAABHQ/1gBQ2WpG81U/s72-c/Clown_by_kalenisis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7742776948507992139</id><published>2010-05-18T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:13:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creer en ti és algo tóxico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S_LYmmnhivI/AAAAAAAABHA/d8RjER_PRO0/s1600/tumblr_ky7j94SOMR1qaey8ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S_LYmmnhivI/AAAAAAAABHA/d8RjER_PRO0/s400/tumblr_ky7j94SOMR1qaey8ko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472674654921526002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pior do que qualquer droga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas não é algo tóxico&lt;br /&gt;Apenas muito viciante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tirei férias, mas dessa vez eu fui junto.&lt;br /&gt;Tirei um tempo pra ficar longe de todos meus erros e paixões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é claro que eu não estou sem sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas estou vivendo conforme o ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hora, sem cobranças, apenas beijo de bom-dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a eternidade, quero uma noite prazerosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-7742776948507992139?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7742776948507992139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/05/creer-en-ti-es-algo-toxico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7742776948507992139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7742776948507992139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/05/creer-en-ti-es-algo-toxico.html' title='Creer en ti és algo tóxico'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S_LYmmnhivI/AAAAAAAABHA/d8RjER_PRO0/s72-c/tumblr_ky7j94SOMR1qaey8ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4508973649764418186</id><published>2010-05-03T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:25:36.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>use your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S98DqaKl5CI/AAAAAAAABG4/sdK6jwzwxEU/s1600/useyourlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S98DqaKl5CI/AAAAAAAABG4/sdK6jwzwxEU/s400/useyourlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092499764208674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I like my boys a little bit older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're exactly what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose your love tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo de boa noite suave nos lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele coloca sua mão dentro da minha coxa e encaixa sua cabeça no meu ombro. Não demora muito ele começa a roncar baixinho, bem suave. É possivel que ele abra os olhos, olhe assustado pra mim, para então apertar minha coxa e voltar a fechar os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que ele está quase pegando no sono, quando treme levemente os braços ou as pernas. Então um suspiro mais alto e ele está no mundo dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 'nego', parece um anjinho dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sou fogo. Não consigo deixá-lo descançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero aquela mão mais para cima e sua boca na minha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que seus suspiros se tornem gemidos.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja o meu corpo tremendo embaixo do seu.&lt;br /&gt;Que o seu sono se transforme em tesão por mim.&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/4421349008595608143-4508973649764418186?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4508973649764418186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/05/use-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4508973649764418186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4508973649764418186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/05/use-your-love.html' title='use your love'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S98DqaKl5CI/AAAAAAAABG4/sdK6jwzwxEU/s72-c/useyourlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5951782205851866983</id><published>2010-04-28T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:47:17.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9iyYPCnraI/AAAAAAAABGw/vqtH3N82XBQ/s1600/Just_A_Happy_Girl_by_cherieSUGAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9iyYPCnraI/AAAAAAAABGw/vqtH3N82XBQ/s400/Just_A_Happy_Girl_by_cherieSUGAR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465314277238222242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we have to see&lt;br /&gt;Is that I don't belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to my freedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Está para nascer o dia em que alguém vai mandar em meus horários, locais e vontades.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou livre leve e solta. Uma gata vira-lata, sem dono, sem ordens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então aquele amigo da época da escola liga.&lt;br /&gt;- Continua com seu jeito? Ensinei a minha irmã ser que nem você.&lt;br /&gt;- Oras, de que forma?&lt;br /&gt;- Duas palavras: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;femme fatale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dou risada até desligar o telefone.&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/4421349008595608143-5951782205851866983?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5951782205851866983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/freedom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5951782205851866983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5951782205851866983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9iyYPCnraI/AAAAAAAABGw/vqtH3N82XBQ/s72-c/Just_A_Happy_Girl_by_cherieSUGAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6623549915227376934</id><published>2010-04-25T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:48:03.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessão!</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9QJ9t_cBiI/AAAAAAAABGo/QmTkue4XBiM/s1600/sweetsonofabitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9QJ9t_cBiI/AAAAAAAABGo/QmTkue4XBiM/s400/sweetsonofabitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464003203829597730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me, take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Outta here it makes me&lt;br /&gt;Feel so, feel so&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei comer apenas um chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei lutar apenas uma vez com um gigante.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei voltar para casa cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como ficar sem te beijar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso acordar ouvindo você bocejar. Eu preciso tomar o café forte que você faz de manhã. Eu preciso de você passando o sabonete pelas minhas costas durante o banho. Eu preciso de você comentando sobre o filme. Eu preciso que você escolha as músicas que vão tocar e que eu escolha o seu jantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu necessito de suas mãos percorrendo meus braços e os segurando com força. Você se prendendo na minha cintura. Eu quero ver seus meio-sorrisos quando eu pedir mais. Seus dedos pelos meus cabelos, minhas pernas e braços pelo seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tornei obsessiva pelo desejo de tê-lo; nesse instante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6623549915227376934?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6623549915227376934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/obsessao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6623549915227376934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6623549915227376934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/obsessao.html' title='Obsessão!'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9QJ9t_cBiI/AAAAAAAABGo/QmTkue4XBiM/s72-c/sweetsonofabitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3788651646924502080</id><published>2010-04-23T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:46:00.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sexo, drogas e reggae</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9GC8w3wvcI/AAAAAAAABGQ/6j_pl6V8fok/s1600/Sabina15_by_Greensupersheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9GC8w3wvcI/AAAAAAAABGQ/6j_pl6V8fok/s400/Sabina15_by_Greensupersheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463291803399667138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somos o que somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ao que somos o que somos o que somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Nossas vidas são traçadas pelas mesmas linhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Que agrupam todas as vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uma semana num filme hippie dos anos 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto a garota de vestido largo florido e cabelo esvoaçado.&lt;br /&gt;Sentada nas folhas secas que cairam na ultima estação.&lt;br /&gt;Vendo o violão ser dedilhado e as vozes cantarem em coro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gonna be all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Solta que volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as vozes se tornam riso, as risadas se transformam em gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;É capaz de me ver cainda no chão, chorando de tanto rir, apertando a barriga.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi o folêgo ao expressar a graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então as estrelas estão por toda parte e eu posso toca-lás.&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo com um sopro, eu as levo para longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que eu vejo é a luz dos seus olhos iluminando meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés de deitada, eu me encontro em seu colo.&lt;br /&gt;Branquinho branquinho, posso brincar de ligar os pontos?&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/4421349008595608143-3788651646924502080?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3788651646924502080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/sexo-drogas-e-reggae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3788651646924502080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3788651646924502080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/sexo-drogas-e-reggae.html' title='sexo, drogas e reggae'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S9GC8w3wvcI/AAAAAAAABGQ/6j_pl6V8fok/s72-c/Sabina15_by_Greensupersheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7698321716287900433</id><published>2010-04-19T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:11:26.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>morning glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8wdFJ8GRjI/AAAAAAAABGI/1txJkDRGCvY/s1600/Morning_Glory_by_IllusionCrash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8wdFJ8GRjI/AAAAAAAABGI/1txJkDRGCvY/s400/Morning_Glory_by_IllusionCrash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461772422498108978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom dia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda está muito cedo, volte para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espreguiçar a preguiça. E sono junto com o sol que passa pelas cortinas translucidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pés no chão e o caminho até a cozinha. Um café para acordar e louça para lavar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos na nuca para fazer suspiros. Abraços para se enrroscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez o pedido para parar, que é ignorando depois de todas as roupas irem para o chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-7698321716287900433?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7698321716287900433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-glory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7698321716287900433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7698321716287900433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-glory.html' title='morning glory'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8wdFJ8GRjI/AAAAAAAABGI/1txJkDRGCvY/s72-c/Morning_Glory_by_IllusionCrash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4265484975864898149</id><published>2010-04-18T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:08:58.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8wA2pqHV4I/AAAAAAAABGA/DHWkvqrVNaI/s1600/Beach_by_MissEpiphany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8wA2pqHV4I/AAAAAAAABGA/DHWkvqrVNaI/s400/Beach_by_MissEpiphany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461741386989000578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Você já se banhou na queda de uma cachoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Sentindo a sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Da sua alma sendo purificada por inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece a continuação de um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'e havia uma festa com um terraço vazio.&lt;br /&gt;um vestido e um camisa de botões;&lt;br /&gt;então algumas coisas sairam e outras entraram.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Todo o inesperado é mais gostoso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredite se quiser, mas eu sou timida. Falo o desejado, mas me escondo na parede sem conseguir olhar. Dedos pelos meus próprios cabelos e respiro fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens que falam demais, fazem de menos.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que nunca nada disseram, te deixam sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ai meu nego'! E você era tudo isso mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa força, todas essas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Todos seus meio-sorrisos! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(half-smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha só a carinha dela! Esse olhar que ela faz de menina carente, como se não soubesse o que está fazendo. Esse rosto se fazendo de mulher, querendo muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse, sou insaciavel, só sei querer mais.&lt;br /&gt;E quando acho como gosto, é mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, I want more and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-4265484975864898149?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4265484975864898149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/viagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4265484975864898149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4265484975864898149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/viagem.html' title='Viagem'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8wA2pqHV4I/AAAAAAAABGA/DHWkvqrVNaI/s72-c/Beach_by_MissEpiphany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-1218551977970069006</id><published>2010-04-12T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:29:57.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8OpW2Y0vQI/AAAAAAAABF4/4Z6O0i8Zzrs/s1600/dream_on__by_indiae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8OpW2Y0vQI/AAAAAAAABF4/4Z6O0i8Zzrs/s400/dream_on__by_indiae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459393383325023490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você vai pensar em mim, a tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é minha sorte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dizer seu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nome&lt;/span&gt; mas a dor começa novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca é minha sorte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu tive um sonho em que você estava comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;Você rolou sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Caiu sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Um salto mortal&lt;br /&gt;E isso não acontece comigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca estive aqui antes&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi o para sempre no meu nunca&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei fora do seu céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você vai me esperar, a tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é minha sorte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu direi esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu perdi muito que eu não espero que volte&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenderia a empurrá-los até que o empurrão passe de ferir a queimar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre os levo àquele lugar que eu pensei que eles quisessem ir&lt;br /&gt;Então acabe dançando em volta&lt;br /&gt;Esses palhaços comandam aplausos no seu show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu tive um sonho em que você estava comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;Você rolou sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Caiu sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Um salto mortal&lt;br /&gt;E isso não acontece comigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca estive aqui antes&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi o para sempre no meu nunca&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei fora do seu céu&lt;br /&gt;Seu céu, dentro do seu céu&lt;br /&gt;Seu céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu posso apenas sonhar com você e dormir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu nunca verei a luz do dia novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso tentar estar com você&lt;br /&gt;Mas de algum modo eu terminarei perdendo um amigo&lt;br /&gt;E eu posso apenas tocar em você&lt;br /&gt;Relacionar a você&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdendo meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Aonde ela foi&lt;br /&gt;Aonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu tive um sonho em que você estava comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;Você rolou sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Caiu sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Um salto mortal&lt;br /&gt;E isso não acontece comigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca estive aqui antes&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi o para sempre no meu nunca&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei fora do seu céu&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei fora do seu céu&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei fora do seu céu&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai me deixar entrar no seu céu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-1218551977970069006?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/1218551977970069006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1218551977970069006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1218551977970069006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-never.html' title='My Never'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S8OpW2Y0vQI/AAAAAAAABF4/4Z6O0i8Zzrs/s72-c/dream_on__by_indiae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7463679739873201397</id><published>2010-04-05T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:45:56.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caindo de amor</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7mgILm1EhI/AAAAAAAABFM/RjqaBrjqgJ8/s1600/full-of-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7mgILm1EhI/AAAAAAAABFM/RjqaBrjqgJ8/s400/full-of-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456568485951115794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m a satellite heart. Lost in the dark.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m spun out so far. You stop, I start.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be true to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você, quantas vezes se apaixonou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse definir 'apaixonar'... No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infinit&lt;/span&gt;iv&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; ou não, eu me perco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Posso lhe dizer dos momentos em que perdi o folego, em que me esqueci de respirar, que meus olhos não piscaram. Eu amei aqueles momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Em cima do palco, com o rosto sujo de palhaço e uma peruca, ele me abraça fortemente, fazendo meu coração pular pra fora e se esconder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Ficamos apenas deitados na grama enquanto o mundo ao nosso volta gritava. Se olhassem para a arvoré, não veriam as estrelas naquela tarde ensolarada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Mais vinho, no copo de plástico. E enquanto toca o 'the cure', nos encostamos na pia do apartamento abandonado e conversamos sobre nossas cartas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    A cidade com raios estava calada, e enquanto me mostrava fotos familiares eu fechei os olhos e o beijei contra a parede da sala.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Eu acendi um cigarro enquanto esperava ele sair do banho. E naquela noite de tempestade eu realmente o conheci.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Depois de uma balada louca, aquele delicioso banho quente, enquanto ele tirava meu cabelo delicadamente do rosto disse baixinho o quanto eu era linda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Acordei já com sono, e caminhava até a cozinha pensando em voltar pra cama. Mas um sorriso, um bom dia e um capuccino me fizeram suspirar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes mais eu perdi o chão?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes irei contar histórias para mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que era anti-ético.&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que apenas falava o que eu queria ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que eu confundi os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que não poderia ir visita-lo&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que jamais me esqueceria e esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que eu não tinha com que me desculpar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que não confia me mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos eles te fazem feliz. Te dão sorrisos ao acordar e suspiros ao dormir. Fazem sua mão suar e esquecer as palavras. Talvez gagejar enquanto sente o coração bater forte e o ar sumir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mas eles te farão sofrer e chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então um novo sorriso e supiro aparece, e logo eu desaprendo a respirar.&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/4421349008595608143-7463679739873201397?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7463679739873201397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/caindo-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7463679739873201397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7463679739873201397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/04/caindo-de-amor.html' title='Caindo de amor'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7mgILm1EhI/AAAAAAAABFM/RjqaBrjqgJ8/s72-c/full-of-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2394515048848915915</id><published>2010-03-30T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:52:57.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sueño;</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7Jx7c7AXHI/AAAAAAAABFE/1O5mKZg8tnc/s1600/here_time_stops_by_Felilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7Jx7c7AXHI/AAAAAAAABFE/1O5mKZg8tnc/s400/here_time_stops_by_Felilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454547364888992882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hush my love now don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Everything will be all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Close your eyes and drift in dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Rest in peaceful sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "apenas mais cinco minutos" se tornaram "mais cinco horas e meia".&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho sono, mas não quero acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...vira de um lado, vira do outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O repouso do corpo e da mente já se deu faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja a falta de coragem que não me deixa levantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'acorde minha bela, o dia já está escurecendo novamente.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi as contas no relógio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fome. Deveria ter pressa e acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só mais um sonho, mais uma ilusão de conciência.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma eu me encho de insônia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2394515048848915915?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2394515048848915915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/sueno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2394515048848915915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2394515048848915915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/sueno.html' title='sueño;'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7Jx7c7AXHI/AAAAAAAABFE/1O5mKZg8tnc/s72-c/here_time_stops_by_Felilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5428770208377489953</id><published>2010-03-30T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:03:10.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7Gv65eV5uI/AAAAAAAABE8/9AdzrK-naCo/s1600/42d0616013faab94c6a86b65b731182c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7Gv65eV5uI/AAAAAAAABE8/9AdzrK-naCo/s400/42d0616013faab94c6a86b65b731182c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454334050117740258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tua flor me deu alguém pra amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  E quanto a mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Você assim e eu, por final sem meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu sou feita de camadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte quer diversão sem fim. Risos e histórias.&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte quer o conforto exagerado. Chuva forte enquanto estou deitada embaixo das cobertas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as partes nunca sabem exatamente o que querem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse paradoxo sem reflexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então um sorriso por simplesmente ter alguém para amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5428770208377489953?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5428770208377489953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/flor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5428770208377489953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5428770208377489953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/flor.html' title='Flor?'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S7Gv65eV5uI/AAAAAAAABE8/9AdzrK-naCo/s72-c/42d0616013faab94c6a86b65b731182c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6422750216999335062</id><published>2010-03-23T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:55:31.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorria enquanto chorar</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6lF1sKPg0I/AAAAAAAABE0/8NSj5NhSHLk/s1600-h/Behind_a_Smile_by_donia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6lF1sKPg0I/AAAAAAAABE0/8NSj5NhSHLk/s400/Behind_a_Smile_by_donia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451965612598199106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Torna-se engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor ira cuidar de você. Ira tomar conta dos seus anseios e medos. Ira se preocupar contingo, não vai querer que você sinta dor.&lt;br /&gt;O acreditável, é que sua consciência te alerta (por mais que não demos ouvidos à ela), apenas essa pessoa poderá lhe machucar muito. Fazer você sentir seus anseios e medos.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graça do sofrimento, é que mesmo com ele, torna-se tenta&lt;b&gt;dor&lt;/b&gt; para os sem amor. Quando io inivitável acontecer, sorria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto agarrar seus joelhos escondido atrás da porta do banheiro, abafar os gritos de sofrimento tampando a boca, pare e respire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorria&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a eternidade está no minuto presente, e a sorte de ter alguém que cuidou de você, é gigantesca. Você é sim, apesar da dor, sortudo.&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/4421349008595608143-6422750216999335062?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6422750216999335062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorria-enquanto-chorar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6422750216999335062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6422750216999335062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorria-enquanto-chorar.html' title='Sorria enquanto chorar'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6lF1sKPg0I/AAAAAAAABE0/8NSj5NhSHLk/s72-c/Behind_a_Smile_by_donia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7936551373564123343</id><published>2010-03-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:48:06.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois corpos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6BN91lqEvI/AAAAAAAABEs/Z6P-H5StrnM/s1600-h/2509838602_07d9719a01_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6BN91lqEvI/AAAAAAAABEs/Z6P-H5StrnM/s400/2509838602_07d9719a01_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449441273870684914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boys and the girls;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are so sweet, so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and moving to that beat, that beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexivel.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ficar em pé ou deitados. Até mesmo de lado.&lt;br /&gt;Pode se ver, pela janela do apartamento:&lt;br /&gt;- Ele está em frente ao fogão, cozinhando.&lt;br /&gt;- Ela está em frente a geladeira, dando palpites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barulhos e barulhos! Ela sai apenas de toalha do quarto, enquanto ele corre para o banheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez repete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você é malvada! É maldade fazer isso comigo. Você deveria ser presa.&lt;br /&gt;Então me prenda em volta do seu pescoço, enquanto eu roubo seus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei minha analogia!&lt;br /&gt;Todas as besteiras que falar iram soar como palavras carinhosas.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh bebê! Eu também gosto de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então em mais uma das noites alucinantes ele escreve na palma da sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;'Não peça para alguém dizer que gosta de você, quando esse alguém te adora'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa mesma noite ela toma uma dose de coragem e se ajoelha na praça deserta.&lt;br /&gt;- O senhor gostaria de namorar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda aguarda a resposta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-7936551373564123343?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7936551373564123343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/dois-corpos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7936551373564123343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7936551373564123343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/dois-corpos.html' title='Dois corpos'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6BN91lqEvI/AAAAAAAABEs/Z6P-H5StrnM/s72-c/2509838602_07d9719a01_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2304050076011079661</id><published>2010-03-15T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:34:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue lips</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6BLUMcvudI/AAAAAAAABEk/2km1DIflgzo/s1600-h/Cold_ans_Blue_by_Jojonel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6BLUMcvudI/AAAAAAAABEk/2km1DIflgzo/s400/Cold_ans_Blue_by_Jojonel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449438359429560786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue lips. Blue veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbeeeeeeeer! Ou apenas uma amante das cores.&lt;br /&gt;Está frio e meus lábios se tornaram azuis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso do seu 'fuego' para aquece-los;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de você para me aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho as unhas azuis, loucura isso não é?&lt;br /&gt;Que nada, ela gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha listras azuis nas pernas... e agora?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ele adora minhas meias de duas cores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu adoro todo resto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2304050076011079661?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2304050076011079661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2304050076011079661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2304050076011079661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-lips.html' title='blue lips'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S6BLUMcvudI/AAAAAAAABEk/2km1DIflgzo/s72-c/Cold_ans_Blue_by_Jojonel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4847698409433846800</id><published>2010-03-08T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:49:42.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S5qGc8JH6FI/AAAAAAAABEc/Nz566ttBuWQ/s1600-h/lost+heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S5qGc8JH6FI/AAAAAAAABEc/Nz566ttBuWQ/s400/lost+heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447814530996889682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida no paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta pra mim, querida. O que você ira fazer?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho apenas vivido o hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Sem preocupações de onde acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que ele diz, é absorvido. Eu me esforço para transformar em inrrelevância. Complicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que me chateia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-4847698409433846800?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4847698409433846800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4847698409433846800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4847698409433846800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-in-heaven.html' title='Lost in heaven'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S5qGc8JH6FI/AAAAAAAABEc/Nz566ttBuWQ/s72-c/lost+heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2694930586504537153</id><published>2010-03-03T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:40:30.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna start a fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S48rM9TmjPI/AAAAAAAABEU/lVNOEupTbx0/s1600-h/Fight_CLub5_by_Grinch7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S48rM9TmjPI/AAAAAAAABEU/lVNOEupTbx0/s400/Fight_CLub5_by_Grinch7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444617976129424626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just lost my husband&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where he went&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna drink my money&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna pay his rent (nope!)&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand new attitude&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna wear it tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm having more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I am a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you tonight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Uh, check my flow, uh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The waiter just checked my table&lt;br /&gt;And gave to Jessica Simp- Shit!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go sit with drum boy&lt;br /&gt;At least he'll know how to hit&lt;br /&gt;What if this song's on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody's gonna die&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My ex will start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's gonna start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're all gonna get in a fight!&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/4421349008595608143-2694930586504537153?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2694930586504537153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-start-fight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2694930586504537153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2694930586504537153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-start-fight.html' title='I wanna start a fight'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S48rM9TmjPI/AAAAAAAABEU/lVNOEupTbx0/s72-c/Fight_CLub5_by_Grinch7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-86662264367670718</id><published>2010-03-02T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:58:18.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitter End</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S43YSyI-vHI/AAAAAAAABEM/QHOF6i-nHcQ/s1600-h/and_it_begins_by_NikytaGaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S43YSyI-vHI/AAAAAAAABEM/QHOF6i-nHcQ/s400/and_it_begins_by_NikytaGaia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444245341769481330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You shower me with lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  As you're walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Reminds me that it's killing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  On this fateful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu lembrei de Mariana sentada na janela do quarto dos seus pais. Olhando a parede do hotel, enquanto arranha seus pulsos e soluça de tanto chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de Clarisse no alto da escada chorando por seus vaga-lumes. Da garota de salto descendo a rua fumando. Do ódio por despertadores. Da brisa do mar enquanto amanhece às 4 da manhã. Do gosto de capuccino na minha boca queimada.&lt;br /&gt;Dá minha ansiedade, dá minha insistência.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei da garota girando a garrafa e fechando os olhos. Do suor que surgia enquanto esperava o primeiro beijo. Do choro abafado após deixar de ser criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero aqueles problemas de volta. Quero meu lado torto me guiando sem dores no estômago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Eu quero ser feliz por não ter motivos para estar triste.&lt;br /&gt;Quero a minha liberdade que está perdida, ou talvez escondida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero fugir, até mesmo para dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero mentir por diversão.&lt;br /&gt;Te beijar por tesão.&lt;br /&gt;Amar por obsessão.&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/4421349008595608143-86662264367670718?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/86662264367670718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitter-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/86662264367670718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/86662264367670718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitter-end.html' title='The Bitter End'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S43YSyI-vHI/AAAAAAAABEM/QHOF6i-nHcQ/s72-c/and_it_begins_by_NikytaGaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7922509834172995682</id><published>2010-02-26T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:11:40.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡FUEGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S4wN-wpu7iI/AAAAAAAABEE/M8ZK6lkJ0GA/s1600-h/fire_by_NadyaBird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443741421447081506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S4wN-wpu7iI/AAAAAAAABEE/M8ZK6lkJ0GA/s400/fire_by_NadyaBird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;El calor de mi cuerpo que se eleva casi sin control&lt;br /&gt;¡Con sólo verte!&lt;br /&gt;Comienza por mis manos y termina en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;¡Cuando te extraño!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um toque, uma marca;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Posso sentir o cheiro de queimado misturado com lavanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O cheiro do &lt;em&gt;segredo da vitória&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sua respiração tem gosto misturado com calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seu beijo tem sabor de desejo com calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Você tem fogo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Você é meu fogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-7922509834172995682?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7922509834172995682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7922509834172995682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7922509834172995682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuego.html' title='¡FUEGO!'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S4wN-wpu7iI/AAAAAAAABEE/M8ZK6lkJ0GA/s72-c/fire_by_NadyaBird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8724209695156589919</id><published>2010-02-24T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:49:11.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brides of Dracula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S4XxVPPigfI/AAAAAAAABD8/qlaB41HTjNw/s1600-h/Brides-of-Dracula-66507374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S4XxVPPigfI/AAAAAAAABD8/qlaB41HTjNw/s400/Brides-of-Dracula-66507374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442021071918367218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the worst that I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drácula e suas três noivas. Elena Anaya, Silvia Colloca e Josie Maran. Cada uma mais bela que a outra. Cada uma, com uma virtude mais a mostra que a outra. Todas elas perfeitas e imortais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então eu me pergunto. Como uma mortal de olhos castanhos e pele morena pode competir com elas? Como esse poderoso vampiro pode querer-la? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não se sabe. Ele diz que prefere ela, do que suas três noivas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será que nossa mortal deve acreditar? Deve se entregar, e pular no abismo sem olhar pra trás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pode não ser o mais sensato, mas tenho que confessar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É o que ela mais deseja. Drácula, é a pessoa que ela mais deseja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele pode até não acreditar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas ela o ama de verdade.&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/4421349008595608143-8724209695156589919?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8724209695156589919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/brides-of-dracula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8724209695156589919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8724209695156589919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/brides-of-dracula.html' title='The Brides of Dracula'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S4XxVPPigfI/AAAAAAAABD8/qlaB41HTjNw/s72-c/Brides-of-Dracula-66507374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5650727477528593460</id><published>2010-02-18T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:30:37.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, gracias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S32GOKgjY0I/AAAAAAAABD0/tydRuPLNZ48/s1600-h/01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439651502830609218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S32GOKgjY0I/AAAAAAAABD0/tydRuPLNZ48/s400/01.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi corazón late por ti dentro de mi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi corazón nunca dejó tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O cara sentado no bar está olhando pra você.&lt;br /&gt;- Não, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;O garoto está lhe oferecendo um drink para tomar com ele.&lt;br /&gt;- Não, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo pediu o número do seu telefone.&lt;br /&gt;- Não, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha amora liga com a voz descontrolada.&lt;br /&gt;- Ai querida! Não imagina o quanto foi bom sair com ele. Ele é carinhoso, pediu champagne, me fez rir! Ele é incrivel! Não acredito que o dispensou. Mas eu adorei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorriso timido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a voz da conciência me pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Dizer tanto não, vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;- Muy. Demasiado, mi amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5650727477528593460?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5650727477528593460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-gracias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5650727477528593460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5650727477528593460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-gracias.html' title='No, gracias.'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S32GOKgjY0I/AAAAAAAABD0/tydRuPLNZ48/s72-c/01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5475183660891822426</id><published>2010-02-17T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:26:05.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3yfp-4sMYI/AAAAAAAABDs/3sXcnOi5YZs/s1600-h/Dont_you_hide_by_luisama123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3yfp-4sMYI/AAAAAAAABDs/3sXcnOi5YZs/s400/Dont_you_hide_by_luisama123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439397993560945026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todo o carnaval tem seu fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Todo o carnaval tem seu fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  E é o fim, e é o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o bloco passa cantando o samba ensaiado.&lt;br /&gt;E a garota dança passos desalinhados na pista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sexta-feira, O Final de semana, O Feriado prolongado, o Carnaval, a Quarta-feira de cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sambei, mas dancei e rebolei no seu colo.&lt;br /&gt;Não teve serpentina, mas teve cerveja descendo a rua augusta.&lt;br /&gt;Lança-perfume não teve, mas eu sei que estava cheirosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordo com sono, e lhe dou beijos de bom-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Peço um cappuccino enquanto escovo os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu peço permissão para confessar minhas vontades&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa em pedaços quando sussura.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho frio de adrenalina nas minhas perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque é carnaval, não seja tão mal. Me faça sorrir mais do que chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu brincar de ser feliz, de acreditar que pode ser sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa a ilusão de que gosta de mim, como eu gosto de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'até que o nosso fervor se torne cinza...&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/4421349008595608143-5475183660891822426?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5475183660891822426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/endless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5475183660891822426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5475183660891822426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/endless.html' title='Endless'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3yfp-4sMYI/AAAAAAAABDs/3sXcnOi5YZs/s72-c/Dont_you_hide_by_luisama123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6767528633626047533</id><published>2010-02-11T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:35:33.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posando de Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3Tadd0YRuI/AAAAAAAABDU/PLUVG6K9ols/s1600-h/Suti%C3%A3+Vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3Tadd0YRuI/AAAAAAAABDU/PLUVG6K9ols/s400/Suti%C3%A3+Vermelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437210849898415842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pouco importa o que essa gente vá falar mal&lt;br /&gt;Falem mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tô pra lá de rouco, louco total&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o teu amor, me entenda&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa descobrir o que está perdendo&lt;br /&gt;É, o que está perdendo!&lt;br /&gt;Botando banca&lt;br /&gt;Posando de star&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa é dar-se!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vem viver comigo, vem me experimentar&lt;br /&gt;Me experimenta&lt;br /&gt;Soltem as coisas lindas que te ardem, me traz&lt;br /&gt;Você sem texto sem cinema&lt;br /&gt;Não faz do sexo um problema&lt;br /&gt;Eu armo uma cena, é, eu armo uma cena!&lt;br /&gt;Quebro garrafa&lt;br /&gt;Morro de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda te faço dar-se!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tudo que eu quero é uma noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;De luar&lt;br /&gt;São palavras doces as que eu quero escutar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o seu amor, me entenda&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa descobrir o que está perdendo&lt;br /&gt;É, o que está perdendo!&lt;br /&gt;Botando banca&lt;br /&gt;Posando de star&lt;br /&gt;Ah, você precisa é dar-se!&lt;/p&gt; Pouco importa o que esta gente vá falar mal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6767528633626047533?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6767528633626047533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/posando-de-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6767528633626047533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6767528633626047533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/posando-de-star.html' title='Posando de Star'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3Tadd0YRuI/AAAAAAAABDU/PLUVG6K9ols/s72-c/Suti%C3%A3+Vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-9196830416608286042</id><published>2010-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:45:52.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deusa Grega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3GQ-scEiZI/AAAAAAAABDE/9L3fQKLBsiI/s1600-h/Afrodite_by_LeanneHailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3GQ-scEiZI/AAAAAAAABDE/9L3fQKLBsiI/s400/Afrodite_by_LeanneHailer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436285631968086418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você vê que tem alguma coisa errada quando uma visão como essa não te sensibiliza mais. Quando eu era menino no colegio secundário Sant. Alma as escola nos levou nessa visita cultural pra observar a arte num desses grandes museus famosos de londres. E quando eu tava lá eu vi essa estatua de uma Deusa Grega de marmore... Afrodite. Uma forma feminina perfeita, feições definidas, maravilhosa. Fiquei estasiado por ela. No fim o professor chamou a gente pra ir embora e quanto a gente tava passando por perto dela eu reparei na lateral dessa Deusa Grega várias rachaduras, lascas, imperfeições. Estragou tudo pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre preferi a sua história;&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/4421349008595608143-9196830416608286042?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/9196830416608286042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/deusa-grega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/9196830416608286042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/9196830416608286042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/deusa-grega.html' title='Deusa Grega'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S3GQ-scEiZI/AAAAAAAABDE/9L3fQKLBsiI/s72-c/Afrodite_by_LeanneHailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-9039987501160048603</id><published>2010-02-03T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:20:05.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asleep or Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2lpQu8_hAI/AAAAAAAABC8/Ge6GKxE0_e8/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990161601889282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2lpQu8_hAI/AAAAAAAABC8/Ge6GKxE0_e8/s400/01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did it end up like this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was only a kiss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm falling asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E é mais uma manhã voltando de uma noite louca.&lt;br /&gt;Eu seguro meus olhos para não despencar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu conto os degraus até o apartamento, querendo continuar acordada.&lt;br /&gt;Sede, eu tenho muita sede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos tropeços eu tiro meus sapatos e solto meus cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa dormir aqui? Eu prometo de abraçar e fazer carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que quando eu acordar, vou querer te beijar.&lt;br /&gt;Que quando o sol de por, eu vou fazer tudo o quero fazer agora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o cansaço, sono, o alcool e tudo mais; não deixam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou querer me espreguiçar no sofá e deitar em você.&lt;br /&gt;Parar o filme e começar a conversar sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'e o som da bateria por uma piada ruim'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me conquistou com uma xicara de cappucino&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/4421349008595608143-9039987501160048603?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/9039987501160048603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/asleep-or-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/9039987501160048603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/9039987501160048603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/asleep-or-loving.html' title='Asleep or Loving'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2lpQu8_hAI/AAAAAAAABC8/Ge6GKxE0_e8/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6472088424973054963</id><published>2010-02-02T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:55:08.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ficar;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2i5vSTlEnI/AAAAAAAABC0/CfUJwtHcB1Q/s1600-h/Sneaking_a_Kiss_by_ZenSpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433797172441453170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2i5vSTlEnI/AAAAAAAABC0/CfUJwtHcB1Q/s400/Sneaking_a_Kiss_by_ZenSpy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diz que quando eu for embora&lt;br /&gt;sempre vai me procurar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor, quando eu for embora, diga que vai sentir a minha falta.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e ele sabe exatamente como eu me sinto quando toca a minha mão e faz caricias.&lt;br /&gt;Que todas as vezes que sorri e pergunta como eu estou faz o frio subir pela minha espinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faz delirar quando se põe a falar;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, eu não entendo as palavras, mas gosto do som delas.&lt;br /&gt;Me faz encantar quando cozinha;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, eu não entendo o que faz, mas gosto do sabor final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faz, ser desobediente.&lt;br /&gt;E aquela história de "não se apaixone por mim" é aburdamente desconsiderada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6472088424973054963?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6472088424973054963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/ficar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6472088424973054963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6472088424973054963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/02/ficar.html' title='ficar;'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2i5vSTlEnI/AAAAAAAABC0/CfUJwtHcB1Q/s72-c/Sneaking_a_Kiss_by_ZenSpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3827714365625105806</id><published>2010-01-30T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:42:08.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos pés da letra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2Qbco2wuAI/AAAAAAAABCs/Tgfsc9rj37c/s1600-h/Brown_Eyes_by_kimi_lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432497229333051394" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2Qbco2wuAI/AAAAAAAABCs/Tgfsc9rj37c/s400/Brown_Eyes_by_kimi_lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;A tempestade que chega é da cor dos teus olhos castanhos.&lt;br /&gt;Então me abraça forte e me diz mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Que já estamos distantes de tudo:&lt;br /&gt;Temos nosso próprio tempo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já conheci tanta gente que levou porrada. Eu já fui tantas vezes grotesca, mesquinha, submissa e arrogante. E EU JÁ FUI RIDICULA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele gosto amargo do seu corpo está na minha boca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordei com pés doendo. A ressaca esteja latejando minha cabeça, e sono não me deixava levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Por um instante eu entendi que não foi mais um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Cambaleando ainda, enquanto me trocava; eu cantava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tirei as mãos, só que realmente não perteço a você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas por instantes, eu não pensei e muito menos respirei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tá bom, mas só um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh! Como pode ter um beijo tão gostoso? Que encaixa com perfeição. Não tinha o gosto de bebida ou de madrugada escondida. Não teve gosto de demora. Teve gosto de 'perfeição'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, temos todo o tempo do mundo.&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/4421349008595608143-3827714365625105806?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3827714365625105806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempestade-que-chega-e-da-cor-dos-teus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3827714365625105806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3827714365625105806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempestade-que-chega-e-da-cor-dos-teus.html' title='Aos pés da letra'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S2Qbco2wuAI/AAAAAAAABCs/Tgfsc9rj37c/s72-c/Brown_Eyes_by_kimi_lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7170569153985079426</id><published>2010-01-25T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:29:13.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S14iCcINIsI/AAAAAAAABCM/RDjM6BdqgMA/s1600-h/sparklers_by_ashengrayskies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S14iCcINIsI/AAAAAAAABCM/RDjM6BdqgMA/s400/sparklers_by_ashengrayskies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430815625961087682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto explodir quando estou ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquela garota de vestido curto e pés descalços dança fora do ritmo. Mas ela ri em seu estilo.&lt;br /&gt;E aquela pose toda de garoto malvado!? Ele é tão mais delicioso quando me pergunta como estou com seu sotaque quente. Ou quando sorri ao cozinhar algo gostoso pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Me conquistou pelo estômago. Pelo beijo. Pelas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo de estar te procurar em outros homens. Cada um deles, tem uma parte de você. Mas nenhum deles sabe a real forma de me tratar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-7170569153985079426?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7170569153985079426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7170569153985079426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7170569153985079426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-hole.html' title='black hole'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S14iCcINIsI/AAAAAAAABCM/RDjM6BdqgMA/s72-c/sparklers_by_ashengrayskies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5765742907613188970</id><published>2010-01-08T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:00:54.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E o encanto se deu pela mocidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0g02hplNSI/AAAAAAAABB0/yq9BWJWrVeg/s1600-h/Young_Love_by_gonewiththe_sin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424643862518117666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0g02hplNSI/AAAAAAAABB0/yq9BWJWrVeg/s400/Young_Love_by_gonewiththe_sin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que não foi coincidência encontrar-me contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez tudo isso, é o destino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero dormir de novo em teu peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E depois acordar com teus beijos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem a inocência misturada com a malicia. Muitos diriam que eu o seduzi, mas foi ele com aquele sorriso juvenil que me consquistou.&lt;br /&gt;Extremamente mimado.&lt;br /&gt;Não é conciente de todo o seu carisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu tirei dele... Ele jamais terá de volta. O jeito que ele fez, é único. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Estou fazendo certo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao dormir, as mãos se entrelaçam e começam a dançar juntas. Um carinho pela palma da mão. O passar dos dedos pela nuca. Um beijo suave nos lábios. Começa a se tornar incontrolavel a vontade de ter o corpo mais perto, de movimentar mais as pernas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é escondido e proibido é mais gostoso?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, apenas sei que foi tudo tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;Bom o bastante para chegar ao ponto de não querer parar. De respirar fundo para não gemer alto. De controlar os movimentos para não ser notado. Fechar os olhos para não beija-lo todas as vezes que ele sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diferença de maturidade se tornou banal.&lt;br /&gt;E a despedida (por hora) se formou de extâse e tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Já sinto falta de lhe dar bom dia e beijar duas vezes sua face... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5765742907613188970?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5765742907613188970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-o-encanto-se-deu-pela-mocidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5765742907613188970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5765742907613188970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-o-encanto-se-deu-pela-mocidade.html' title='E o encanto se deu pela mocidade'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0g02hplNSI/AAAAAAAABB0/yq9BWJWrVeg/s72-c/Young_Love_by_gonewiththe_sin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6890186038927577380</id><published>2009-12-31T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T08:55:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistura a três</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0hM33an3jI/AAAAAAAABCE/jvPixbXJLPY/s1600-h/menage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424670273819893298" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 313px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0hM33an3jI/AAAAAAAABCE/jvPixbXJLPY/s400/menage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anne chegou ao calçadão da praia. A noite era quente, como todas as outras, sendo refrescada pelo vento forte do beira-mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pele marcada pelo sol, ficava exposta. Afinal, uma saia curta e uma blusa decotada não esconde muita coisa. Nos pés, uma sandália sem salto, extremamente confortável. Por mais que fosse de fora da cidade, se sentia em casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só precisava de companhia para conversar e um copo de cerveja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porém, teve muito mais. Teve um exagero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A "paulistana" como ficou conhecida voltou ao bar que encontrou sozinha. Seu jeito era encantador. Uma garota que não fazia cerimônias e logo se sentou em uma mesa e pediu o isqueiro emprestado a garota de mãos delicadas. Sorriu expressivamente como agradecimento. Será que ela sabia que essa garota está querendo tê-la?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um homem de experiência. Mais de três decadas na costas e ele continua a se encantar por duas mulheres juntas. O que fazer? É o desejo masculino, e por mais que já o tenha feito, não tem como cansar. Então ele vê sua "sobrinha" se encantar pela garota vinda de fora. Sabia muito bem o que ia acontecer, ele só precisava estar junto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui vitima do desejo femino junto ao masculino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A delicia de ouvir tantos elogios e suspiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A diferença entre os sexos nitida na cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tudo se completou de uma forma, que eles só sabem desejar mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6890186038927577380?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6890186038927577380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistura-tres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6890186038927577380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6890186038927577380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistura-tres.html' title='Mistura a três'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0hM33an3jI/AAAAAAAABCE/jvPixbXJLPY/s72-c/menage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-352092866891456980</id><published>2009-12-30T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:39:30.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0g9fwFV2KI/AAAAAAAABB8/pNoBafZy_YI/s1600-h/Ilusion_by_Tamarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424653366860306594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0g9fwFV2KI/AAAAAAAABB8/pNoBafZy_YI/s400/Ilusion_by_Tamarie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a gente não tivesse feito tanta coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse dito tanta coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse inventado tanto&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor se transformou em "Bom Dia"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu repeti diversas vezes que não queria compromisso,&lt;br /&gt;E ele dizia me abraçando que gostava demais de mim para me ter solta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que a distância deixaria tudo impossivel,&lt;br /&gt;Ele me disse que não me deixaria ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui me redendo aos seus pedidos. Como resistir a aquela doçura sem limites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu me apaixonei pelo cara de verde na fila do banco.&lt;br /&gt;E ele usou um "eu te amo" como justificativa de seus carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as noite ele se confessava, e todas as noites eu me esforçava para ir com calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dificil, ele fazia tudo o que eu pedia e precisava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então como ele não sentiu saudades? E usou aquela frase feita para justificar o fim?&lt;br /&gt;E porque ele foi ridiculo o bastante para terminar tudo por uma mensagem de texto um dia antes do ano novo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: Foi tudo falso, uma ilusão. E na realidade o Sr. Firenze não passa de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu confesso: Meu riso foi uma mentira para a tristeza. Porque sofrer e chorar não o faria ver o quão idiota ele foi. Me trancar no banheiro e cair no chão aos prantos não me faria esquecer tudo o que aconteceu. Apenas respirar fundo me faria  seguir em frente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Então, eu minto. E ele jamais existiu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-352092866891456980?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/352092866891456980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-se-transformou-em-bom-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/352092866891456980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/352092866891456980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-se-transformou-em-bom-dia.html' title='Ilusion'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/S0g9fwFV2KI/AAAAAAAABB8/pNoBafZy_YI/s72-c/Ilusion_by_Tamarie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-1311633669601114768</id><published>2009-12-22T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:49:46.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo para milagres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SzChiJpGBYI/AAAAAAAABBs/JixUh1P1VQI/s1600-h/just_you_and_me____by_roseonthegrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418007959802611074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SzChiJpGBYI/AAAAAAAABBs/JixUh1P1VQI/s400/just_you_and_me____by_roseonthegrey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;It's late at night and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;missing you just runs too deep&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't be thinking of your smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sofrimento por atencipação não faz bem a ninguém. Muito menos para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas eu achei que tinha aprendido alguma coisa com tudo que já fiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é muito mais sensato não se apaixonar dessa forma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo bem que é um prazer indescritível aquele frio na barriga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que é gostoso suspirar incontrolavelmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que adoro passar horas relembrando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talvez, desta vez, eu não meta os pés pelas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talvez, desta vez, eu não estrague tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só tem um jeito de saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tentando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afinal, milagres existem certo?&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/4421349008595608143-1311633669601114768?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/1311633669601114768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo-para-milagres.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1311633669601114768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1311633669601114768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo-para-milagres.html' title='Tempo para milagres'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SzChiJpGBYI/AAAAAAAABBs/JixUh1P1VQI/s72-c/just_you_and_me____by_roseonthegrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2750032214617652311</id><published>2009-12-13T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:18:25.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electrical storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SyWQrSwxtqI/AAAAAAAABBk/Da0w07CUh0k/s1600-h/71e9bd7663896dd830a8c37875bbae72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414893200428086946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SyWQrSwxtqI/AAAAAAAABBk/Da0w07CUh0k/s400/71e9bd7663896dd830a8c37875bbae72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're in my mind all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firenze, a noite está chuvosa. Eu ouço os pingos cairem pela janela.&lt;br /&gt;O mar está agitado. Muitos achariam que ele está bravo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu e você sabemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar está cheio de emoções, pra se expressar: chora e grita.&lt;br /&gt;Ele chora de alegria e grita de excitação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afinal, nessa nossa relação sem definição, eu te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2750032214617652311?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2750032214617652311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/electrical-storm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2750032214617652311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2750032214617652311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/electrical-storm.html' title='Electrical storm'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SyWQrSwxtqI/AAAAAAAABBk/Da0w07CUh0k/s72-c/71e9bd7663896dd830a8c37875bbae72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7966664278654448873</id><published>2009-12-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:15:33.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>polka dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SxkP3dlnQgI/AAAAAAAABBc/CSTlO-4CV8c/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411373872771973634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SxkP3dlnQgI/AAAAAAAABBc/CSTlO-4CV8c/s400/dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é uma doença que me consome... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-7966664278654448873?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7966664278654448873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/polka-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7966664278654448873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7966664278654448873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/12/polka-dress.html' title='polka dress'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SxkP3dlnQgI/AAAAAAAABBc/CSTlO-4CV8c/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4707952587814328366</id><published>2009-11-25T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:06:13.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn!</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Swz_skDI5tI/AAAAAAAABA8/r5dnsIq0cm8/s1600/Yawn+by+contagiousjesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Swz_skDI5tI/AAAAAAAABA8/r5dnsIq0cm8/s400/Yawn+by+contagiousjesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407978393621292754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, you make me merry, make me very, very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Encontre a felicidade na ausência da tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Não há motivo para chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Então sorria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ao menos faça uma careta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4421349008595608143-4707952587814328366?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4707952587814328366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4707952587814328366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4707952587814328366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/yawn.html' title='Yawn!'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Swz_skDI5tI/AAAAAAAABA8/r5dnsIq0cm8/s72-c/Yawn+by+contagiousjesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-601671896997809891</id><published>2009-11-18T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:20:01.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OldLove</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SwU2ib-kY1I/AAAAAAAABA0/7Ro9hkz7wQY/s1600/woman_in_love3_by_Fort_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SwU2ib-kY1I/AAAAAAAABA0/7Ro9hkz7wQY/s400/woman_in_love3_by_Fort_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405786892981789522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grounds for Divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in my neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down which of late I cannot help but fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se faz dá saudade do que você machucou?&lt;br /&gt;Nada se faz.&lt;br /&gt;Se cala e espera aquietar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegue imaginar, ao menos por um segundo, o inferno que seria revelar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escolha feita, conseqüência aceita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez a falta não seja de você, mas do que eramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ele canta baixinho: i still love you;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-601671896997809891?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/601671896997809891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/oldlove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/601671896997809891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/601671896997809891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/oldlove.html' title='OldLove'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SwU2ib-kY1I/AAAAAAAABA0/7Ro9hkz7wQY/s72-c/woman_in_love3_by_Fort_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7236554193625241170</id><published>2009-11-16T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:55:49.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no air~shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SwS2bhhplGI/AAAAAAAABAs/9wAMzwAVoYk/s1600/The_Shower_by_Jand3r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 325px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405646036723668066" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SwS2bhhplGI/AAAAAAAABAs/9wAMzwAVoYk/s400/The_Shower_by_Jand3r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; If I should die before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wakeIt's 'cause you took my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing you is like living in a world with no air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do primeiro beijo ao sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor é quando algo supera suas espectativas&lt;br /&gt;- Como assim você tem mais folego que eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de tomar banho contigo, sentir a água caindo. Você sorrindo ao ver minha cara de boba:&lt;br /&gt;- O que foi?&lt;br /&gt;- Isso está tão real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'as marcas dessa tarde de sábado não está só no meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada ano, eu gosto mais ainda de você. E tenho um sonho de que alguma vez você vai realmente ficar. Não vou ter que ficar esperando e vivendo de lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que dizer "eu te amo" me fez um bem; não faz ideia 'meu bem'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-7236554193625241170?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7236554193625241170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-airshower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7236554193625241170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7236554193625241170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-airshower.html' title='no air~shower'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SwS2bhhplGI/AAAAAAAABAs/9wAMzwAVoYk/s72-c/The_Shower_by_Jand3r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3002169285093233471</id><published>2009-11-12T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:09:38.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good girl to gone bad</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sv0D2pEZ6pI/AAAAAAAABAM/-N5b-OMFdQQ/s1600-h/sexo+seguro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sv0D2pEZ6pI/AAAAAAAABAM/-N5b-OMFdQQ/s400/sexo+seguro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403479365186611858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We stay, moving around, so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask us where you went, we don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easy for a good girl to gone bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And once we've gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's belief we've gone forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você sabe o quanto eu sou impulsiva e inconsequente? - Eu perguntei timidamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, eu sei. E por isso gosto de você. - Ela sorriu ao responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUCOS! Nós somos loucos.&lt;br /&gt;E somos insaciáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe qual o pior? Isso só me deixa com mais vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez seja melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tá calor aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero de novo e muito mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-3002169285093233471?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3002169285093233471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-girl-to-gone-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3002169285093233471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3002169285093233471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-girl-to-gone-bad.html' title='good girl to gone bad'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sv0D2pEZ6pI/AAAAAAAABAM/-N5b-OMFdQQ/s72-c/sexo+seguro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8442595593842348648</id><published>2009-11-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:55:31.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crise?</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvkbY61a_VI/AAAAAAAABAE/JyqaghFsEUw/s1600-h/Anorexia_by_xCutxUpxAngelxVx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvkbY61a_VI/AAAAAAAABAE/JyqaghFsEUw/s400/Anorexia_by_xCutxUpxAngelxVx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402379342931754322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  Qualquer beijo de novela me faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha pele tem o fogo do juízo final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei me sentido gorda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já acordou, se olhou no espelho e disse pra si mesma:&lt;br /&gt;- Meu Deus, hoje eu estou horrivel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso muito bem culpar a minha TPM, que além de tudo me deixa mais vunerável ainda. Ou meus surtos quase psicóticos de que ninguém gosta de mim e o mundo inteiro me acha horrivel. Que eu não tem o valor do arroz que eu como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como e como e como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho comido compulsivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Preparar algo pra comer e comer me deixa com a mente um pouco mais ocupada. Eu como e sinto que ainda tenho um buraco dentro do estomâgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o jeito mais sensato é não ficar dentro de casa, pois assim eu não tenho um acesso tão fácil a comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz ainda levantar e me esforçar para sorrir, são a lembranças de dias em que você acorda, se olha no espelho, tem o cabelo toda descabelada e com olhos borrados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E está absolutamente incrivel.&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/4421349008595608143-8442595593842348648?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8442595593842348648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/crise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8442595593842348648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8442595593842348648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/crise.html' title='Crise?'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvkbY61a_VI/AAAAAAAABAE/JyqaghFsEUw/s72-c/Anorexia_by_xCutxUpxAngelxVx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4127943506753034333</id><published>2009-11-09T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:01:02.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep holding on</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvaVaPFCXFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zh7BxaNEmMs/s1600-h/amiprettyyet_nov_2__by_aki_tsune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvaVaPFCXFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zh7BxaNEmMs/s400/amiprettyyet_nov_2__by_aki_tsune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401669081034284114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Odeio ela por me fazer desejá-la tanto que preciso odiá-la para não me perder de mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se cinco dias fossem nossos cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de ansiedade se tornaram anos de espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não parei de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não fiquei sentada esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas diversas vezes me pegava rindo sozinha, lembrando do seu jeito irritante.&lt;br /&gt;Ou de todas as diversas vezes que me deixava sem resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrava de como é gostoso achar estrelas nas árvoves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunf, certo. Tentar não ser tão 'bobalona' como você me tornou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-4127943506753034333?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4127943506753034333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-holding-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4127943506753034333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4127943506753034333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-holding-on.html' title='Keep holding on'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvaVaPFCXFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zh7BxaNEmMs/s72-c/amiprettyyet_nov_2__by_aki_tsune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8829818878949076963</id><published>2009-11-08T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:04:10.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhe comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvaXVF1XjyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ql5Bo2TyPYY/s1600-h/Blue_Sky_Holiday_by_breath_defying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvaXVF1XjyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ql5Bo2TyPYY/s400/Blue_Sky_Holiday_by_breath_defying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401671191676555042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone, blue as can be,&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade conhecida por ter suas vias principais congestionadas mesmo em finais de semana, passou sua manhã sem trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ônibus chegará no horário.&lt;br /&gt;A garota a sua espera não se atrasará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estação de metrô nesse dia costuma estar lotada de curiosos. O vento ali é sempre mais forte, fazendo com que vestidos dancem sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encostada na parede, de olhos fechados, respirando controladamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Sem cigarros.&lt;br /&gt;Respira novamente, olha em volta. Morde o dedo indicador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio. Sem barulho ele se aproxima sem ser visto.&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso familiar, após terminar de beija-la, pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, tudo bem? Você vem sempre aqui?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-8829818878949076963?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8829818878949076963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonhe-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8829818878949076963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8829818878949076963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonhe-comigo.html' title='Sonhe comigo'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvaXVF1XjyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ql5Bo2TyPYY/s72-c/Blue_Sky_Holiday_by_breath_defying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-7381138169645517532</id><published>2009-11-05T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:59:33.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop believing</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvK6FMzxA-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/uUf60rTs2DQ/s1600-h/A_collection_of_masses_by_circushead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvK6FMzxA-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/uUf60rTs2DQ/s400/A_collection_of_masses_by_circushead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400583501671105506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She took the midnight train goin' anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't stop believin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Hold on to that feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Algumas vezes, a espera é longa.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos algumas semanas ou meses.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a esperar alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente, eu apenas contos os dias, e logo apenas as horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que importa?&lt;br /&gt;Seria que não devemos  parar de acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;Seria que temos que segurar esse sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito.&lt;br /&gt;Minha fé foi diversas vezes abalada e quase não sobrou nada em que me segurar.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sentia.&lt;br /&gt;Não que tenha deixado de existir, apenas se tornou algo novo.&lt;br /&gt;E convenhamos, muito mais saudável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, eu ainda pularia.&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/4421349008595608143-7381138169645517532?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/7381138169645517532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-stop-believing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7381138169645517532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/7381138169645517532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-stop-believing.html' title='Don&apos;t stop believing'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SvK6FMzxA-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/uUf60rTs2DQ/s72-c/A_collection_of_masses_by_circushead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4681922810329795247</id><published>2009-11-02T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:12:07.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su-60YdxbvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/YIRVepW6qqE/s1600-h/cf84dbc493f4a1df7c6b637540be5f76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399739887323803378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su-60YdxbvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/YIRVepW6qqE/s400/cf84dbc493f4a1df7c6b637540be5f76.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a place I dream about. Where the sun never goes out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sky is deep and blue. Won't you take me there with you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me lembrar dos cheiros e gostos.&lt;br /&gt;Vou guardar todas as imagens.&lt;br /&gt;Das vezes, palavras e gestos.&lt;br /&gt;As horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, eu me calo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-4681922810329795247?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4681922810329795247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4681922810329795247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4681922810329795247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/11/darling.html' title='Darling'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su-60YdxbvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/YIRVepW6qqE/s72-c/cf84dbc493f4a1df7c6b637540be5f76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2298946364348568085</id><published>2009-11-01T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:38:20.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela dança</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su0rY5NDZUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/GcPKkPdmB14/s1600-h/dance_by_shuka4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su0rY5NDZUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/GcPKkPdmB14/s400/dance_by_shuka4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399019234959516994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's a maniac, maniac on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and she's dancing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she never danced before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A batida está mais rápida e o alcool subiu mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;- Lança, lança perfume.&lt;br /&gt;O som entra de um jeito diferente, não sei explicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado da pista, ela vê seu ex-namorando com os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começa a rebolar com mais sensualidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sua risada fica mais forte e mais alta.&lt;br /&gt;Outro gole de vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha abismado e comenta com todos que ela nunca foi assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraça seu amigo e começa a dançar junto.&lt;br /&gt;A música chega no refrão e ela canta até perder o fôlego.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre renasceu dançando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2298946364348568085?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2298946364348568085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/ela-danca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2298946364348568085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2298946364348568085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/ela-danca.html' title='Ela dança'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su0rY5NDZUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/GcPKkPdmB14/s72-c/dance_by_shuka4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5194707487008710458</id><published>2009-10-31T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:38:53.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>menina veneno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su0mmLiVBpI/AAAAAAAAA9o/9RkGoJDWJt4/s1600-h/____green_____by_Sophie0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su0mmLiVBpI/AAAAAAAAA9o/9RkGoJDWJt4/s400/____green_____by_Sophie0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399013965660751506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;você tem um jeito sereno de ser,&lt;br /&gt;em toda noite no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;vem me entorpecer, me entorpecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer tolice, mas eu não sei como é relacionamento com uma garota.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ter essa pompa toda, mas sempre foi só beijos e sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Ficada no cinema, balada agitada, uma tarde num motel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora isso que estamos tendo... Sou leiga.&lt;br /&gt;Então você vai ter que ter paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que gosto em você, veneno?&lt;br /&gt;O jeito que me abraça e morde meu pescoço;&lt;br /&gt;não importa aonde.&lt;br /&gt;Como fica no meu colo arranhando minhas pernas;&lt;br /&gt;não importa aonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ri do meu ciumes bobo ou me pega olhando pra outra mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que você está me conquistando sem eu perceber.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tão gostoso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5194707487008710458?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5194707487008710458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/menina-veneno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5194707487008710458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5194707487008710458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/menina-veneno.html' title='menina veneno'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Su0mmLiVBpI/AAAAAAAAA9o/9RkGoJDWJt4/s72-c/____green_____by_Sophie0305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-48099932696418336</id><published>2009-10-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:14:49.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixar Partir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SuZljG5-GHI/AAAAAAAAA9g/30Shlb-mEXQ/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SuZljG5-GHI/AAAAAAAAA9g/30Shlb-mEXQ/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397112857273702514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tarde demais pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;Nas marcas que vão ficar&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos que custam secar&lt;br /&gt;Tarde demais pra entender&lt;br /&gt;O que é não ter você&lt;br /&gt;Acordar e nem sequer saber&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem vai roubar os seus beijos meus&lt;br /&gt;Desde o último adeus&lt;br /&gt;Eu me esforço para não pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que outros irão ver você dormir&lt;br /&gt;Por favor se sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Só não use aquele seu olhar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tarde de mais pra rimar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que vão mudar&lt;br /&gt;O seu modo de me imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Tarde de mais pra saber&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu mundo sem você&lt;br /&gt;É um vazio que busca esquecer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem vai roubar os seus beijos meus&lt;br /&gt;Desde o último adeus&lt;br /&gt;Eu me esforço para não pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que outros irão ver você dormir&lt;br /&gt;Por favor se sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Só não use aquele seu olhar&lt;/p&gt;Lembra das noites que eu te vi dormir?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro bem&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso ia muito além&lt;br /&gt;Do que um simples momento a curtir&lt;br /&gt;Quantas noites mais&lt;br /&gt;Vou me culpar por ter sido capaz&lt;br /&gt;De te deixar partir...&lt;br /&gt;Te deixar partir...&lt;br /&gt;Te deixar partir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-48099932696418336?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/48099932696418336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/deixar-partir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/48099932696418336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/48099932696418336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/deixar-partir.html' title='Deixar Partir'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SuZljG5-GHI/AAAAAAAAA9g/30Shlb-mEXQ/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3219168031527152664</id><published>2009-10-25T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:47:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sem título</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SuVTv1CCCRI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/a2g5LYA7Zco/s1600-h/poppy+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SuVTv1CCCRI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/a2g5LYA7Zco/s400/poppy+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396811809627965714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a sorrir na hora certa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engolindo o choro e perguntando como foi o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu prefiro sofrer de ciumes do que de saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias eu me esforço para não ligar e ficar implorando pra voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altruista? Talvez egoista de uma maneira diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar assim, enquanto ainda consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal! Melhor desse jeito, do que jeito nenhum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-3219168031527152664?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3219168031527152664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-titulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3219168031527152664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3219168031527152664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-titulo.html' title='sem título'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SuVTv1CCCRI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/a2g5LYA7Zco/s72-c/poppy+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-759464175788765886</id><published>2009-10-20T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:05:51.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doctor;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/St55vBenJMI/AAAAAAAAA84/g07mImmlydY/s1600-h/feel_a_little_longer_by_aimeelikestotakepics.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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/St55vBenJMI/AAAAAAAAA84/g07mImmlydY/s400/feel_a_little_longer_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394883252394075330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're making us wanna tightened our skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got us thinking maybe you've got us all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just five more minutes and then we'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você soubesse a saudades que faz!&lt;br /&gt;- Faria diferança?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele me diz: Eu tb gosto mto de vc, cherry. Só que esse gostar se modificou, levemente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as manhãs que eu acordo, eu penso em você.&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as noites em que me deito, eu penso em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me esforço para ficar feliz com sua alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que queira que tivesse essa alegria comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei muito bem que eu fiz besteira. Sei que não te respeitei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim eu te desejo todo o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe nada que me faça você acreditar o quanto eu gosto de você.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, eu vou me esforçar para superar você, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que na verdade eu queira você no meio das minhas pernas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-759464175788765886?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/759464175788765886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/759464175788765886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/759464175788765886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/doctor.html' title='doctor;'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/St55vBenJMI/AAAAAAAAA84/g07mImmlydY/s72-c/feel_a_little_longer_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-484416084674950993</id><published>2009-10-17T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:23:36.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O seu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Stql1GpTUlI/AAAAAAAAA8w/OwnuBVGZKzQ/s1600-h/These_Eyes_by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Stql1GpTUlI/AAAAAAAAA8w/OwnuBVGZKzQ/s400/These_Eyes_by_lorelix04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393805835465085522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;O seu olhar lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar no céu,&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar demora,&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar no meu,&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar, seu olhar melhora, melhora o meu.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onde a brasa mora e devora o breu&lt;br /&gt;Como a chuva molha o que se escondeu.&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar, seu olhar melhora, melhora o meu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O seu olhar agora, o seu olhar nasceu, o seu olhar me olha, o seu olhar é seu.&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar, seu olhar melhora, melhora o meu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tribalistas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-484416084674950993?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/484416084674950993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-seu-olhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/484416084674950993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/484416084674950993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-seu-olhar.html' title='O seu olhar'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Stql1GpTUlI/AAAAAAAAA8w/OwnuBVGZKzQ/s72-c/These_Eyes_by_lorelix04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-262896844889405078</id><published>2009-10-13T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:31:08.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimate</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/StUw_sOd8zI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PxaEoQ7iDkA/s1600-h/tumblr_krfjg4mdbU1qziloso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/StUw_sOd8zI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PxaEoQ7iDkA/s400/tumblr_krfjg4mdbU1qziloso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392269999607771954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'est la même c'est la même. Pourquoi pas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quelque chose pour toi! Je te donne quelque chose.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne veux pas quelque chose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele me segura no colo e me coloca em cima da pia e faz aquilo que eu mais gosto. E ele faz, do jeito que eu mais gosto. Eu sinto suas mãos segurando minhas pernas, tentando me trazer para mais perto ainda. Minha boca não sabe se o beija ou se segura os gemidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sai tonta de dentro do quarto com o corpo inteiro fervendo. Corre até a cozinha, pega um copo e enche ele na torneira enquanto tenta respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Em menos de um minuto ele está atrás dela e enquanto morde seu pescoço consegue dizer que não consegue parar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele abre a janela e fala para ela olhar o sol nascendo enquanto eles estão se perdendo em desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe se ele notou, mas o extasê foi tanto que ela perdeu completamente as pernas. Foi como se não tivesse chão e nada na mente. Mas mesmo assim, ela queria mais.&lt;br /&gt;Ele a chama de ninfomaniaca.&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/4421349008595608143-262896844889405078?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/262896844889405078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/intimate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/262896844889405078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/262896844889405078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/intimate.html' title='Intimate'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/StUw_sOd8zI/AAAAAAAAA8g/PxaEoQ7iDkA/s72-c/tumblr_krfjg4mdbU1qziloso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-333678478399436898</id><published>2009-10-09T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:10:01.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu favorito</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Ss9tQSLHrgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kLRmvD-41Pw/s1600-h/box_girl__by_herphotographs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Ss9tQSLHrgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kLRmvD-41Pw/s400/box_girl__by_herphotographs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390647405509586434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's all I need. He's all I dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's all I'm always wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu amo a Suzayne e as outras mulheres são imitações baratas. (Pronto falei.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-a e ela é a mulher mais perfeita do mundo até que me provem ao contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- O que deu em você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A resposta para essa pergunta não foi criada para ser composta por letras e silabas; e sim articulada com caricias e beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo. Agora eu fico sorrindo que nem criança. Dando risinhos abafados de felicidade. Com um brilho exagerado nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci todas as coisas que tinha pra fazer hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só penso: - Como eu faço pra ir pra Floripa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro quando você diz coisas que eu jamais acreditei que ouviria de você. Quando você é extremamente carinhoso e me diz coisas tão bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo. Te amo de formas que não sei explicar, mas que nunca parei de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades... Espero te ver logo.&lt;br /&gt;Beijokas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-333678478399436898?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/333678478399436898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-favorito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/333678478399436898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/333678478399436898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-favorito.html' title='Meu favorito'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Ss9tQSLHrgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kLRmvD-41Pw/s72-c/box_girl__by_herphotographs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8943572074222675225</id><published>2009-10-06T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:23:51.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Ssvst7CdkqI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0LbGW5RSiG4/s1600-h/43164af26e3a687cf18fa59d8748ffdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389661652765217442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Ssvst7CdkqI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0LbGW5RSiG4/s400/43164af26e3a687cf18fa59d8748ffdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I wanna kiss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I do then I might miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calor. O tempo úmido. O céu se acabando em água. Os raios iluminando. Os trovões me amendrontando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo. E tesão. Essa mistura que gente gosta.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto. Eu tinha esquecido como é o seu sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Está perdida, moça?&lt;br /&gt;- Estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Como pode ter beijos assim?&lt;br /&gt;Como você pode dar esses apertões na minha cintura, por debaixo da blusa.&lt;br /&gt;Enrrolar meu cabelo na ponta dos seus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Modiscar meu pescoço e me fazer gemer, no meio da rua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se: Estamos em lugar público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E antes de completar o pensamento eu esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;De novo eu me perco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora fica o dilema.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela minha carência...&lt;br /&gt;Melhorou? Ou só aumentou?&lt;br /&gt;Ou o desejo é que ficou em seu lugar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-8943572074222675225?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8943572074222675225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8943572074222675225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8943572074222675225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Ssvst7CdkqI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0LbGW5RSiG4/s72-c/43164af26e3a687cf18fa59d8748ffdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8127348395525354576</id><published>2009-10-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:09:22.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsrEovdATYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/44dqB7V02n4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389336108314152322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsrEovdATYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/44dqB7V02n4/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I wake up every evening&lt;br /&gt;And you're still probably working&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told, I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma torta que você conhece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma garota que gosta de listras e tequila.&lt;br /&gt;Calcinhas de bichinho e cigarros de menta.&lt;br /&gt;Ouço músicas suicidas e baladas de mpb antiga.&lt;br /&gt;Passo mais horas vendo filmes de comédia romantica,&lt;br /&gt;Do que me preocupando com relacionamentos amorosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pedem uma definição por tribos.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa, mas não sou índio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixono por detalhes, e me apaixono sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Leio manchetes de jornal e compro livros usados.&lt;br /&gt;Eu compro roupas usadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligo bêbada às 4 da manhã pra quem faz meu coração bater mais rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Sumo na noite, durmo durante o dia, tomo café no horário do almoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Cultivo ansiedade.&lt;br /&gt;Necessito de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A definição de quem não quer ser definidada; apenas um pouco contada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-8127348395525354576?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8127348395525354576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-sou-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8127348395525354576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8127348395525354576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-sou-assim.html' title='Eu sou assim'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsrEovdATYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/44dqB7V02n4/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6902034898952347398</id><published>2009-10-02T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T04:32:37.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke and smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsXi3jDf-lI/AAAAAAAAA74/Sab6UCjfAKE/s1600-h/Smoke_apart_by_orange_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387961973149268562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsXi3jDf-lI/AAAAAAAAA74/Sab6UCjfAKE/s400/Smoke_apart_by_orange_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's get nuts. Let's spend some money,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's freak out, life's just a party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, me empresta o isqueiro?&lt;br /&gt;É, eu perguntei se você tem fogo!&lt;br /&gt;Um fosfóro serve também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Conciência, eu preciso de um cigarro, compra pra mim na esquina?&lt;br /&gt;De um cigarro e de uma boa conversa com você.&lt;br /&gt;Conversa, fofoca, troca de informações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de você minha 'conciência.&lt;br /&gt;De gritar da mesa: Manda mais uma!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dar risada ao encher o copo só de espuma&lt;br /&gt;- Se eu quisesse espuma, pedi uam dose de xampu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai ai 'conciência! Que mundo é esse que não temos tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se ver, pra rir, pra se divertir juntas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Leila, eu preciso de homem!&lt;br /&gt;Mentira, eu preciso de você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6902034898952347398?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6902034898952347398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/smoke-and-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6902034898952347398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6902034898952347398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/10/smoke-and-smile.html' title='smoke and smile'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsXi3jDf-lI/AAAAAAAAA74/Sab6UCjfAKE/s72-c/Smoke_apart_by_orange_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5188023504271619365</id><published>2009-09-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:12:30.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsGGjDB4BGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/mkOZiYOxg80/s1600-h/secret.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsGGjDB4BGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/mkOZiYOxg80/s400/secret.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386734565978539106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Control yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take only what you need from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's sending me shivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crying out for attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não saber o que dizer, e precisar falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respirar bem fundo e se perder nas recordações que cada vez parecem mais distantes.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar em todas as histórias algo sobre você.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o castelhano, seja o carro, seja sua casa, sejam suas palavras e ações...&lt;br /&gt;Eu consigo te colocar em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu queria te encontrar nesses lugares. Qualquer, isso não importaria.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho cultivado essa saudade que algumas vezes me faz sorrir sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Só que eu tenho me controlado bastante! Me esforçando para ser uma boa menina.&lt;br /&gt;E esperar com muita calma que você tenha tempo. E claro, que tenha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo falta de conversar com você.&lt;br /&gt;Do cheiro do sabonete, do gosto agri-doce, das luzes dos apartamentos acessas a noite.&lt;br /&gt;De você sorrindo enquanto faz meus joelhos irem para dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, saudades cherry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5188023504271619365?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5188023504271619365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dirty-little-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5188023504271619365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5188023504271619365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dirty-little-secret.html' title='my dirty little secret'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SsGGjDB4BGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/mkOZiYOxg80/s72-c/secret.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5150199711991663663</id><published>2009-09-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:54:47.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sr8nnW5FULI/AAAAAAAAA7o/isTJK0SN8Do/s1600-h/ashlovelivodka.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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sr8nnW5FULI/AAAAAAAAA7o/isTJK0SN8Do/s400/ashlovelivodka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386067236471787698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;. I just wanted to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;My life, You electrify my life. Lets conspire to ignite&lt;br /&gt;All the souls that would die just to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da sua boca, saudades dos seus beijos, eu AMO seus beijos, quando estou em casa, fico lembrando, de quando estava aqui me beijando, ou quando eu estava ai... Me faz sentir tanta vontade de agarrar você e dar beijos longos, muito longos, com suas mãos passeando pelo meu corpo, com seus olhos encarando os meus, e quando como você me diz que me acha linda, e que eu a mulher da sua vida, ou como sou gostosa. Eu AMO isso, e me deixa tão bem você me beijar toda, na boca, nos olhos, no pescoço nos seios... EU amo TODOS os seus beijos, beijos de lingua selinhos, lambidas, mordidas, de todo jeito que usa sua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Amo o toque das suas mãos o toque dos seus lábios, ou quando enrosca seus pés nos meus, gosto quando susurra nos meus ouvidos coisas bonitas, e coisas atrevidas, gosto quando me abraça e me pega de jeito; quando me morde, me arranha, quando se deita sobre mim, só por deitar, quando sente meu cheiro, quando chega bem perto mas não beija, só chega perto, me olha, e me manda ficar queta para ir me beijando bem devagarzinho...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me pára no meio de alguma coisa que eu esteja fazendo e diz, "não importa, eu te amo" AMO quando me deita na cama e tira minha roupa rápido pra gente fazer amor. Amo quando me pede pra deitar mais perto de você, quando me pede pra ficar bem acomodada em seus braços. Gosto quando me ama, como me ama, sempre que ama; amo o seu amor, amo você, todo dia toda hora pra sempre. Amo cada coisa que faz e cada coisa que diz. Você é meu e eu o tenho, sou sua da mesma maneira, e você me tem sempre que quiser; TUDO é gostoso com você, por você sobre você embaixo de você. Te amo, amo muito e não canso de dizer, aqui ali assim ou sei lá. Só sei que te amo, e que me ama. E isso, mais do que basta para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto por: Livodka Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5150199711991663663?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5150199711991663663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5150199711991663663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5150199711991663663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-read.html' title='Lets Read'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sr8nnW5FULI/AAAAAAAAA7o/isTJK0SN8Do/s72-c/ashlovelivodka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-2036446274075611127</id><published>2009-09-26T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:51:33.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sr3TSeOYkcI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/D7RGJzTurik/s1600-h/Little_things____by_thedarkknightkik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sr3TSeOYkcI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/D7RGJzTurik/s400/Little_things____by_thedarkknightkik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385693043709481410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think i'm a little bit, little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little bit in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduarda tem os olhos verdes e passas as noites na varanda de casa olhando o movimento na rua. É quase nenhum, mas sempre aparece algum casal de mãos dadas dando risos abafados, ou um bêbado, pegando restos de cigarros que foram jogados no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto ela dá mais um gole em sua taça de vinho, sua gata Alice passa pelas suas pernas e senta-se ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;- Boa noite Alice... Ou seria, bom dia? Nunca sei bem o que dizer...&lt;br /&gt;- Miau - A gata mia baixinho e pula no colo da sua dona, toda manhosa, querendo carinho.&lt;br /&gt;- Safadinha você não? Mas eu te entendo - E passa sua mão gentilmente pelo dorço do animal - Eu também gosto de carinho assim, e na verdade, estou precisando tanto disso... Sabe, eu tenho sentido tanta falta de conversar esses dias, parece que faz tanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos dentro do silêncio, é possível ouvir o ronronar de sua gata, os primeiros passarinhos acordado ou mesmo o som do vento gelado passando pela porta.&lt;br /&gt;O sino da igreja bate 5 vezes seguidas.&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que essa é nossa deixa para ir deitar, não é querida? Se ele não ligou até agora, não vai ligar mais. - Ela pega o celular e verifica as mensagens. Nenhuma nova. - Não me olhe com essa cara Alice! Eu não vou ligar... de novo. Hahahaha... De novo se escreve separado, você sabia? Pois é, e tem gente que insiste em deixar junto... Insiste em... junto...&lt;br /&gt;A gata deu um miado cumprido.&lt;br /&gt;- Hey hey! Porque essa tristeza querida? Vamos entrar e eu vou fazer carinho em você até pegar no sono! O que acha?&lt;br /&gt;Eduarda virou o resto da garrafa de vinho na sua taça e virou num gole só. O que escorreu no canto da boca ela limpou com as costas da mão e sorriu pra si mesma. A gata já tinha pulado de seu colo e corria pra dentro.&lt;br /&gt;- Sem pressa! Sem pressa! Nós temos todo o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-2036446274075611127?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/2036446274075611127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2036446274075611127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/2036446274075611127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit.html' title='Little Bit'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sr3TSeOYkcI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/D7RGJzTurik/s72-c/Little_things____by_thedarkknightkik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-1909857541117719990</id><published>2009-09-22T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:30:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexo para mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SriFma7wNmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/R0ID-3ChOJA/s1600-h/Woman_by_coleus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SriFma7wNmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/R0ID-3ChOJA/s400/Woman_by_coleus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384200249632896610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I don't know you but I want you so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone has a secret locked but can they keep it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no they can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou contar a minha verdade sobre isso.&lt;br /&gt;Nós temos medo e vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres se masturbam. Mulheres fantasiam com outros homens. Mulheres veem fotos sensuais, vídeos de sexo e contos eróticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós temos, muitas vezes, vergonha do nosso corpo. Um seio que é maior que o outro. Estrias no bumbum. Gordurinhas a mais na barriga. Por isso a luz apagada, temos medo de vocês nos acharem feias e gordas. De nos compararem com alguma estatua de mármore perfeita que tenha feito sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vergonha... Vergonha de dizer que queremos ficar de quatro com o parceiro metendo com força. Vergonha de dizer que queremos sexo oral. Porque meu querido, nós também adoramos sexo oral. Ter a língua de um homem lambendo, ter uma boca chupando com vontade, é gostoso! Ainda mais quando dedos acompanham isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes vocês ouviram que mulheres gostam de preliminares? É a mais pura verdade. Beijos no pescoço, mãos massageando as pernas, a língua passando nos seios e pela barriga. Sim, gostamos disso. E eu me pergunto: Vocês também não gostam? Então! Façam isso.&lt;br /&gt;E sabe por quê? Por que ira deixar sua garota mais relaxada, mais a vontade, mais molhada. E assim, o sexo será melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo bom. Sexo delicioso. Isso me lembra que algumas vezes o sexo pode ser péssimo. Mas a culpa não é sua, e muito menos nossa. Não tem uma explicação lógica para isso. Simplesmente não foi bom, e não precisamos morrer por causa disso! Acontece, assim como acontece de vocês brocharem. Certo que temos total certeza que a culpa é nossa, mas nos relevamos, sorrimos e tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, outra coisa. É, ainda existem mulheres tolas que fingem orgasmo. Tolas porque é pior para elas, porque vocês não vão tentar ‘concertar’ isso. Por sinal, isso se concerta com conversa. Sabendo o que sua mulher gosta, e como ela gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo. Transa. Fazer amor. Meter. Comer. Seja lá o jeito que chamarem... O que eu gostaria de dizer, realmente, é que nós ficamos nervosa na hora H. Medo de nos acharem gorda, de pensar que seria melhor estar tomando uma cervejinha com os amigos do que nos ter de pernas abertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes, vergonha de gemer mais alto, de pedir para ficar por cima, de querer que vocês nos chamem de ‘sua vadia’, ficar com vontade se um segundo round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim. Eu acredito que um sexo gostoso começa com uma boa conversa. Mas não entregue tudo, algumas leves surpresas, muitas vezes podem ser ótimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se não forem, nada como tentar de novo.&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/4421349008595608143-1909857541117719990?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/1909857541117719990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexo-para-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1909857541117719990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/1909857541117719990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexo-para-mulheres.html' title='Sexo para mulheres'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SriFma7wNmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/R0ID-3ChOJA/s72-c/Woman_by_coleus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-4161290324031014796</id><published>2009-09-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:51:51.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desapareça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SrXqOztt8DI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6hUVq9bUUD8/s1600-h/fuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SrXqOztt8DI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6hUVq9bUUD8/s400/fuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383466469712326706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See I dont know why, I liked you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck what I said, it dont mean shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, eu estou com ódio nas palavras. Mas não... Eu estou com total segurança delas e não vou me arrepender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NOJENTO! RÍDICULO! ESTUPIDO! IDIOTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que história é essa de ligar na minha casa às 5 da madrugada querendo saber aonde eu estou. Se por sinal, você sabe muito bem aonde eu estava.&lt;br /&gt;Ótimo, quer achar que eu to dando pra um homem casado num motel fuleiro na rodovia, pode achar.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, isso não faz diferença. Faz você se intrometendo na minha vida dessa forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordo em parte. Não, eu não precisava ser ignorante dessa forma. Se você tivesse a capacidade de ouvir e ser melhor do que isso. Se você não tivesse sido tão nojento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desisto de tentar ser compreensiva. De sorrir enquanto ouço você falar as mesmas coisas. De fingir que isso tudo não me machuca.&lt;br /&gt;Porque cara... machuca. Eu não joguei quase um ano da minha vida no lixo. Foram coisas maravilhosas, de onde minha felicidade não cabia nos meus dias. Que meus olhos tinham aquele brilho, e meu sorriso era de contagiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acabou. Eu não me senti mais como antes. Como quando eu fui comprar xampu na farmácia, ou dormi no seu colo dentro do carro. A minha liberdade gritou mais alto que você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me respeitou mais. Ela não machucou meu rosto e minha alma. Ela jamais tentou forçar algo enquanto eu dormia. E jamais! Qualquer pessoa fez essas coisas terriveis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você fez meus olhos queimarem com as lágrimas quentes de raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não menti assim: Enquanto eu te amei, eu estava lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dou a minima se não tem raiva. Se me ama, se sente minha falta, se pede desculpas. Foda-se. Vá pro inferno com tudo, que eu vou seguir sorrindo e extremamente bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor que você.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha uma excelente vida.&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/4421349008595608143-4161290324031014796?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/4161290324031014796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/desapareca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4161290324031014796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/4161290324031014796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/desapareca.html' title='Desapareça'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SrXqOztt8DI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6hUVq9bUUD8/s72-c/fuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-8493184039293567214</id><published>2009-09-19T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:30:23.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 401px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs41/i/2009/034/8/4/On_heels_by_verde_verde_verde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But it should've been right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estilo é a resposta para tudo;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Estilo é a diferença, um jeito de fazer, um jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Seis garças em pé ao redor de uma poça d`água, ou você&lt;br /&gt;saindo do banho (nua) sem me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei. E errei de novo. E errei novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Como pode garota, ser assim tão idiota?&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe muito bem o que não deveria fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas fez! E eu não consigo entender o porque disso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo tão simples, mas você tinha que complicar, não tinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você só tinha que não mentir, tinha que ser sincera.&lt;br /&gt;Só tinha uma coisa há fazer e não conseguiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora você passa as noites usando esse scarpin junto com seu sorriso exagerado.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo elogios de como é maravilhosa e encantadora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade você queria ouvir dele que é: Uma garota incrivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estilo é esse que você tem? Eu não consigo entender, de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só fico te olhando, querendo ver a lógica nas suas ações...&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fim das contas, eu só ouço o som que a batida do salto faz no asfalto.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4421349008595608143-8493184039293567214?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/8493184039293567214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8493184039293567214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/8493184039293567214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/style.html' title='Style'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-331036568544628370</id><published>2009-09-15T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:08:48.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ligação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SrBg3vpHvxI/AAAAAAAAA64/5uLGdEyOJcc/s1600-h/Ylizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SrBg3vpHvxI/AAAAAAAAA64/5uLGdEyOJcc/s400/Ylizabeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381908065505754898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna take you out tonight; I'm gonna make you feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 5:40 da manhã e o celular toca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alôôôôô cherry! Tudo bom com a senhorita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, ele está completamente bêbado, diga-se de passagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em quanto tempo você consegue estar na minha casa? Eu pago o táxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio. Ela respira fundo e lembra-se de todas as incontáveis vezes em que ligou bêbada e implorou para ir na casa dele; e ele disse não. Respira novamente e responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em uma hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ônibus. Metrô. Baldiação. Metrô. Táxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá vem ele, usando meias e chinelo. Bêbado e perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque você está tremendo? Está com frio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela treme pela maldita ansiedade. Porque o desejo é maior que seu próprio corpo. Porque o juizo saiu correndo a muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu já fico melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela ficou. Porque beijos se transformaram em êxtase frenético em menos de cinco minutos. Porque quando menos se espera, seus joelhos estão dobrando pra dentro e ela se controla para não gritar. Porque não existe a menor lógica em se manter vestida ali. Porque ele repete o quanto não consegue parar e o quanto tudo aquilo é ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele range os dentes enquanto dorme, e ela observa a luz entrar pela janela trancada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o mau humor estampado ao acordar. Tem o banho rápido enquanto ela se veste.&lt;br /&gt;E se tem, roupas jogadas ao lado do sofá enquanto ela simplismente, não consegue parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Café gelado. Aquele pão de queijo tão gostoso! Suco de laranja.&lt;br /&gt;Jogos para distrair e rir. Sim, porque ele riu com as setas coloridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho para o metrô acontece um momento que está preso na memória.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto toca a música sobre 'pressentimento de uma boa noite' ele atende uma ligação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele fala em castelhano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira ela não ficou triste com a despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorriu por ter tido uma manhã tão... agradável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-331036568544628370?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/331036568544628370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/ligacao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/331036568544628370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/331036568544628370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/ligacao.html' title='Ligação'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SrBg3vpHvxI/AAAAAAAAA64/5uLGdEyOJcc/s72-c/Ylizabeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-6728735369389832803</id><published>2009-09-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:16:18.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sq53hB_mp4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/GsgycITbE8g/s1600-h/Glasses_by_accgarrys.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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sq53hB_mp4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/GsgycITbE8g/s400/Glasses_by_accgarrys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381370014108919682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem não tem colírio usa óculos escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;José Newton já dizia: "Se subiu tem que descer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah! Me desculpe. Eu estou realmente triste e chateada com isso tudo. De chorar e não saber o que fazer. Mas por pelo menos 5 minutos, me deixe relembrar como teve coisas que eu gostei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Scrapian preto envernizado. Meias pretas finas 7/8. Vestido tomara-que-caia balonê vermelho. Unhas vermelhas. Cabelo liso. Um crucifixo no pescoço. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pista de dança não está muito lotada, mas quem está lá, está fervendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele está de terno e gravata, e um copo de wisky na mão. Está rindo! E começa a se mecher. Ela tem o salto nos pés e o vermelho no corpo. Rebola, desce, sobe. Levanta o vestido com a ponta dos dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá está! Dançando com ele, na pista de dança, como ela tanto imaginou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca Joy Division, e toca Depeche Mode, e toca New Order.&lt;br /&gt;Toca suas pernas, e toca sua cintura, e toca seu pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perto dos jogos, perto das bebidas, perto da música.&lt;br /&gt;Ele a aperta, a beija. A devora com os olhos e com as mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por pelo menos 4 horas ela só se importou em conseguir respirar e se mover um pouco para abraçá-lo forte e sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor garçom, mais uma dose;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por favor doutor, mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-6728735369389832803?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/6728735369389832803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/quem-nao-tem-colirio-usa-oculos-escuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6728735369389832803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/6728735369389832803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/quem-nao-tem-colirio-usa-oculos-escuro.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/Sq53hB_mp4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/GsgycITbE8g/s72-c/Glasses_by_accgarrys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-3775859778010608485</id><published>2009-09-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:46:23.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SqPY00uuPZI/AAAAAAAAA50/BA9S4k90xJA/s1600-h/Piano__silently_by_Aethene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SqPY00uuPZI/AAAAAAAAA50/BA9S4k90xJA/s400/Piano__silently_by_Aethene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378380782029913490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que você me pede eu não posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;Assim você me perde, eu perco você&lt;br /&gt;Como um barco perde o rumo&lt;br /&gt;Como uma árvore no outono perde a cor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que você não pode, eu não vou te pedir.&lt;br /&gt;O que você não quer, eu não quero insistir.&lt;br /&gt;Diga a verdade, doa a quem doer.&lt;br /&gt;Doe sangue e me dê seu telefone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todos os dias eu venho ao mesmo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fica longe, impossível de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando o Bourbon é bom&lt;br /&gt;Toda noite é noite de luar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No táxi que me trouxe até aqui. Julio Iglesias me dava razão,&lt;br /&gt;No Clip Paul Simon tava de preto más, na verdade não era não&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade 'nada' é uma palavra esperando tradução.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toda vez que falta luz,&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que algo nos falta&lt;br /&gt;O invisível nos salta aos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Um salto no escuro da piscina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O fogo ilumina muito por muito pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;Em muito pouco tempo, o fogo apaga tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo um dia vira luz.&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que falta luz&lt;br /&gt;O invisível nos salta aos olhos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ontem à noite, eu conheci uma guria&lt;br /&gt;Já era tarde, era quase dia.&lt;br /&gt;Era o princípio num precipício.&lt;br /&gt;Era o meu corpo que caía.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ontem à noite, a noite tava fria&lt;br /&gt;Tudo queimava, mais nada aquecia.&lt;br /&gt;Ela apareceu, parecia tão sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que era minha aquela solidão.&lt;/p&gt;Eu conheci uma guria que eu já conhecia&lt;br /&gt;de outros carnavais com outras fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Ela apareceu, parecia tão sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que era minha aquela solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-3775859778010608485?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/3775859778010608485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/piano-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3775859778010608485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/3775859778010608485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/piano-bar.html' title='Piano Bar'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SqPY00uuPZI/AAAAAAAAA50/BA9S4k90xJA/s72-c/Piano__silently_by_Aethene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5945992369485933001</id><published>2009-09-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:39:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedido de desculpas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SqB9cSJHZ0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/1U5QY3T97L4/s1600-h/Brown_by_MoeyP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SqB9cSJHZ0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/1U5QY3T97L4/s400/Brown_by_MoeyP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377435879940253506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the stone set in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;See the thorn twist in your side.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu tenho o peso das coisas nas minhas costas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a ansiedade das ações nos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho o pedido desculpas pelas coisas que te incomodam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho as lágrimas estagnadas em meus olhos castanhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade controlável de ouvir sua voz. O desejo de seus beijos e carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa cantar uma canção de ninar e ver você dormir nos meus braços, como antes. [?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso lhe dizer, eu não me conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia da minha ansiedade, do meu mar de emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... essa crueldade. Essa coisa de manipular e controlar, eu não sabia.&lt;br /&gt;E jamais vou realmente entender as coisas que você causa em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você sabe, as minhas péssimas idéia são culpa do carinho que eu tenho por você.&lt;br /&gt;É culpa do agri-doce, dos vagalumes, do olhar para trás, de virar pro lado, do que nunca tinha sido tão bom com outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpa doutor, por esses 'segredos' que te fazem me ver de outro jeito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que me veja como essa menina que tenta se tornar mulher pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você, é a saudade que eu tenho guardada.&lt;br /&gt;São meus melhores textos, quase todos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se, no meio desse 'jogo' inteiro;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolhi você.&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/4421349008595608143-5945992369485933001?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5945992369485933001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/pedido-de-desculpas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5945992369485933001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5945992369485933001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/09/pedido-de-desculpas.html' title='Pedido de desculpas'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SqB9cSJHZ0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/1U5QY3T97L4/s72-c/Brown_by_MoeyP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5213656154477986455</id><published>2009-08-31T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:18:49.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel or Devil?</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SpzKVf5xDaI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kXFzyH4OFfk/s1600-h/Angel_Devil_by_dcretch57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SpzKVf5xDaI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kXFzyH4OFfk/s400/Angel_Devil_by_dcretch57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376394525863382434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eis o melhor e o pior de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dentro de mim ele retira as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;E elas se formam de maneira poética, sagaz e aguçante.&lt;br /&gt;Me faz querer mais para mim. Me faz querer mais dele. Me faz ser carinhosa e safada.&lt;br /&gt;Pega a minha sinceridade e me deixa estirada, nua, na sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com isso, eu mostro o meu pior.&lt;br /&gt;Controladora ou manipuladora. Cruel, ele me faz ser cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, eu vejo que eu sempre fui cruel.&lt;br /&gt;ARDILOSA! Maldita mulher simulada/dissimulada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mais inteligente do que acredito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mais rídicula do que admito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4421349008595608143-5213656154477986455?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5213656154477986455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/08/angel-or-devil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5213656154477986455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5213656154477986455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/08/angel-or-devil.html' title='Angel or Devil?'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SpzKVf5xDaI/AAAAAAAAA5k/kXFzyH4OFfk/s72-c/Angel_Devil_by_dcretch57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421349008595608143.post-5289686138211344837</id><published>2009-08-29T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:33:51.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verme na Caixa</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/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SpvCbqMGYFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/T1saR8lLdkc/s1600-h/Out_of_the_box_by_Alizee103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SpvCbqMGYFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/T1saR8lLdkc/s400/Out_of_the_box_by_Alizee103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376104360634114130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astronauta diz pra mim cadê você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bailarina não consegue mais viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ai apesar de tudo existem noites como essas que eu lhe vejo em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São quase cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ler qualquer coisa que você escreve pra mim, ainda me causa aquele mesmo frio na barriga.&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda me irrito! Com seus comentários ácidos, e todas as coisas que diz para mim, eu não entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tirou a minha inocência.&lt;br /&gt;Você me deu minhas piores dores de cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Você disse tudo o que eu queria ouvir;&lt;br /&gt; porque era o que você queria dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de uma caixa, eu tenho guardada a sua carta.&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor dourada, um papel de bombom.&lt;br /&gt;Tem a sua foto, seu verme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu coração existe também a tua pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Será que deixei passar o grande amor da minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que: eu sinto falta das nossas joaninhas;&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/4421349008595608143-5289686138211344837?l=bobalona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/feeds/5289686138211344837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/08/verme-na-caixa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5289686138211344837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4421349008595608143/posts/default/5289686138211344837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobalona.blogspot.com/2009/08/verme-na-caixa.html' title='Verme na Caixa'/><author><name>Bobalona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475244964789842049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SX71e9ZV3RI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KPx-8ytjOFI/S220/go.go.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWuR9A-4MCI/SpvCbqMGYFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/T1saR8lLdkc/s72-c/Out_of_the_box_by_Alizee103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
