<?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-2073232413565585881</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:17:32.196-08:00</updated><category term='Tim Burton'/><category term='fikadik.'/><category term='O pequeno menino ostra'/><title type='text'>Monalisa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-2444497031927534856</id><published>2009-03-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:23:39.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fikadik.'/><title type='text'>Um basta na melancolia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SdGc4Gw_kOI/AAAAAAAAAlc/KP9UzMpWgrY/s1600-h/000_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SdGc4Gw_kOI/AAAAAAAAAlc/KP9UzMpWgrY/s320/000_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319205122603978978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de qualquer coisa, um minuto de sabedoria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What is the brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vamos brilhar como um diamante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;em uma geração marcante."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, essas são palavras cantadas pelo Grande EDNALDO PEREIRA!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois de sua participação no programa do Jô, muitos ainda não tiveram a honra de apreciar seu trabalho e  seria egoísmo de minha parte não compartilhar  com os que visitam esta pág.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SdGc3WkFyQI/AAAAAAAAAlU/R_gCPoCFRTE/s1600-h/ednaldo+pereira.chance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SdGc3WkFyQI/AAAAAAAAAlU/R_gCPoCFRTE/s320/ednaldo+pereira.chance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319205109664958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, com um ritmo único, dança exótica e letras tocantes  como nos hits: What is the Brother; Homem oferecido; mulher contrariada entre outros grandes sucessos, ele vem conquistando admiração e fãs por todo o pais e crescendo musicalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu mais novo clip, ESPERANÇA, já esta no Youtube.Confiram dando uma &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=BR&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;v=nxD7n17c5n4"&gt;CLIKADA AKI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Acredite que Deus é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e ao mesmo tempo, fogo consumidor!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pq existem muitos talentos escondidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;FIKDIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-2444497031927534856?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2444497031927534856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=2444497031927534856' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/2444497031927534856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/2444497031927534856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-basta-na-melancolia.html' title='Um basta na melancolia!'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SdGc4Gw_kOI/AAAAAAAAAlc/KP9UzMpWgrY/s72-c/000_0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-7894105958853221753</id><published>2009-03-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:04:08.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvz seja TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sc2trwNuAOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_NPoYd2vbvU/s1600-h/000_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sc2trwNuAOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_NPoYd2vbvU/s320/000_0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318097702182846690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Uma parede sob o papel de parede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Passava sempre por ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Admirar seus tons amarelados me dava um certo prazer, era aconchegante, então me aconchegava. =B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;De todas as paredes, era ela a mais perfeita. O lugar ideal para ir quando precisava de paz e onde muitas vezes a deixei escapar. Houve um tempo em que por segundos de loucura [?] pensava em construir outros muros em volta( quanto egoísmo heim?(h)), pensamentos malucos que passavam logo[mentira =x]. Ter  a parede exclusivamente  pra mim não era o que eu queria realmente, melhor que a primeira idéia, sonhava me dissolvendo em tinta lavável e sendo lançada conta a parede(uau, que violenta =D)., queria ser dela, colorir  seus desenhos. Desejos passados[?] e impensados, poderia ter estragado tudo o_O o papel ainda era novo e tão lindooo *0*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[Cenas excluidas pq não saberia descrever e ralacionar usando uma parede o_O]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[essa primeira parte é so ilustrativa, o que eu queria falar é o que vem agora]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[tic tac ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O tempo passou,muitas pessoas passaram,vi pedaços daquele papel se desprender, admito que gosto desta pratica, *o* as vezes até pinto as unhas com uma camada grossa de esmalte só pra ter o prazer de tirar a casca, mas não gostava e ainda me chateia  ver cair pedaços daquele papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Engraçado ou não também gosto da parte que estava escondida e a cada pedaço que se solta questiono se a raiva é pelo papel que ta caindo e sendo retirado ou se é  pq não sou eu que tenho o prazer de tirar, o prazer de descobrir os novos detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Chego a conclusão confusa que é um pouco dos dois. x__X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se fosse possível , hoje a escolha ainda seria dissolver e ser lançada sem cuidado, fazer parte da composição: parede nova que me atrai, restos do papel que me encantava e uma mancha abstrata e feliz... bléeeeee ;P mas que bobagm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E já chega... vão acabar achando que sou PAN e me apaixonou por uma parede. Nem sei pq uma parede shUAHSUAHSUAHUSHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vai saber né...esse tal MSN as vezes me brocha de um jeito... Agora voltarei para minhas borboletas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-7894105958853221753?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7894105958853221753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=7894105958853221753' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/7894105958853221753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/7894105958853221753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/talvz-seja-tpm.html' title='Talvz seja TPM'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sc2trwNuAOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_NPoYd2vbvU/s72-c/000_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-4127670013434612366</id><published>2009-03-23T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:43:43.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animação nova!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ScgPpSlilRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5p2A2-QCKqI/s1600-h/coraline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ScgPpSlilRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5p2A2-QCKqI/s320/coraline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316516562149217554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coraline  e o mundo secreto", ja ouviram falar?Eu ja.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não vi o filme, maaaaaaaaaaaaas pelo que ja dei uma olhada na net, é um daqueles que vou querer p mim!&lt;br /&gt;o_____________________O&lt;br /&gt;Os traços d desenhos lembram muito os do tim e o direto é o mesmo de O estranho mundo de jack.&lt;br /&gt;fica a dica!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Baseado no livro de Neil Gaiman, CORALINE conta a história de uma garotinha que vive com seus pais em um enorme e antigo casarão. Acostumada a explorar os vastos jardins e pátios, Coraline fica um dia trancada em casa por causa da chuva, aborrecida. Decide então contar as coisas azuis, as janelas e as portas - e atrás de uma delas acaba achando um universo alternativo, sombrio, estranho e aterrador, onde existem versões de seus pais com enormes botões no lugar dos olhos. Baseado no livro de Neil Gaiman, com direção de Henry Selick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estréia do filme foi em 6 de fevereiro de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ScgPpv8gYpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/w9qqu8UdjZ4/s1600-h/coraline1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ScgPpv8gYpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/w9qqu8UdjZ4/s320/coraline1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316516570030170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-4127670013434612366?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4127670013434612366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=4127670013434612366' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/4127670013434612366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/4127670013434612366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-uma-nimacao-chegando.html' title='Animação nova!!!!'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ScgPpSlilRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5p2A2-QCKqI/s72-c/coraline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-3758319500049648778</id><published>2009-03-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:35:02.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OooOoOOo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sb26GAZJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pllgLqZeB5Q/s1600-h/ui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sb26GAZJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pllgLqZeB5Q/s320/ui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313607747714540946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah como eu queria ter uma prima bolha de sabão.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh como é bom ouvir gargalhadas de crianças, grandes e pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, gente é tão complicada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHSUhUAHSUHAUSHUHAUSHUAHSUAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, eu faço Toy Art e não mijo nas plantas.&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje foi um dia legal&lt;br /&gt;Fooi sim Monalisa! u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sb26G8brY-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/dEtdAmJYOeY/s1600-h/146_7685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sb26G8brY-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/dEtdAmJYOeY/s320/146_7685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313607763831251938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Você vai me destruir&lt;br /&gt;Como uma faca cortando as etapas&lt;br /&gt;Furando ao redor&lt;br /&gt;Me indignando, me enchendo de tédio&lt;br /&gt;Roubando o meu ar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa só e depois não consegue&lt;br /&gt;Não me satisfaz”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-3758319500049648778?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3758319500049648778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=3758319500049648778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/3758319500049648778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/3758319500049648778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/oooooooo.html' title='OooOoOOo'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/Sb26GAZJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pllgLqZeB5Q/s72-c/ui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-443728510612858974</id><published>2009-02-26T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:27:58.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois da Crise</title><content type='html'>Daquelas crises toscasm, sem ser a economica =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente vc esta naquele estado, se questiona, ordena, procura entender, chora, cai de cara na cama, diz estar maluca , se levanta , pergunta novamente o por quê das coisas,cai em prantos, borra a maquilazem, mistura lagrimas dos olhos com a do nariz, desconta algumas raivas no pobre travesseiro...o único q te aguenta todas as noites e quando você quiser, putz logo ele? shauhsuahsu e depois...a, o depois n importa&lt;br /&gt;=B e agora estou leve \o/&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, me senti livre...quase um descarrego!&lt;br /&gt; Ah,  a makilagem borrada me deixou com uma cara de puta  não praticante bem sucedida super sexy  =B &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então... o dia foi agradável,exatamente como foi.&lt;br /&gt;E agora já vou, minha mãe chegou e já veio perguntando:&lt;br /&gt;- que olho preto é esse?&lt;br /&gt;- e pq tu ta vermelha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliberdadeacabow.&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo p minha mãe, meu pai, minhas amigas e pra você, Shusha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-443728510612858974?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/443728510612858974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=443728510612858974' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/443728510612858974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/443728510612858974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/depois-da-crise.html' title='Depois da Crise'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-4961746782504689019</id><published>2009-01-20T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:47:23.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeney Tood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_elEC7aoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wZrtUCDovdw/s1600-h/sweeneytodd_21aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_elEC7aoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wZrtUCDovdw/s320/sweeneytodd_21aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700014760913538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sweeney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O Barbeiro Demoníaco da rua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fleet&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisti novamente e desde a primeira vez ia deixar um comentário sobre o filme aqui no blog.Então lá vai.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi muita gente com criticas negativas, que o filme era chato, cansativo e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt;. Mas  eu gosto, inclusive do final ... pois é eu gostei do final! Lógico, tinha que ser daquele jeito! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; todo sentido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dãa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pensando*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez achem cansativo por ter musica demais, mas é um musical... faz sentido ter muita musica. =B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A adaptação para o cinema do musical de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sondheim&lt;/span&gt;, que por sua vez reescreve livremente a lenda vitoriana do barbeiro assassino, coloca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; para interpretar Benjamin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Barker&lt;/span&gt;, barbeiro que, depois de ser injustamente expulso de Londres e ver esposa e filha caírem em desgraça, retorna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;adotando&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pseudônimo&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sweeney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt; para consumar sua vingança. Ao lado da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;quituteira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mrs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt; (Helena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bonham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Carter&lt;/span&gt;), o vingador usa a cadeira do barbeiro para assassinar seus clientes, enquanto ela pega os restos mortais para assar tortas que viram a sensação de Londres.”&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_ek1HSdPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_70YjqAm81k/s1600-h/sweeneytodd_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_ek1HSdPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_70YjqAm81k/s320/sweeneytodd_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700010752668914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sinopse [p quem ainda não viu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Benjamin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Barker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;) passou 15 anos afastado de Londres, após ser obrigado a deixar sua esposa e sua filha. Ele retorna à cidade ávido por vingança, agora usando a alcunha de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sweeney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;. Logo ele decide ir à sua antiga barbearia, agora transformada em uma loja de fachada para vender as tortas feitas pela sra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; (Helena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Bonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;). Com o apoio dela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; volta a trabalhar como barbeiro, numa sala acima da loja. Porém o grande &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;é se vingar do juiz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Turpin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Rickman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;), que o enviou para a Austrália sob falsas acusações para que pudesse roubar sua mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; (Laura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;) e sua filha.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;tortinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; são um nojo antes do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Tood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; fornecer carne para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Mrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_ekxnYnFI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BgF_00QC27g/s1600-h/ATgAAACI9gRy1Gh0vrNLWv9TAd6gogEtTfe5iHWPEMjH6sgIK2p2S5xTOueVGzkZWG7C8TF8HzihouTTZZcsxPDndJKHAJtU9VDx-U8knVmzgfQwaptfh79-UI2AgA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_ekxnYnFI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BgF_00QC27g/s320/ATgAAACI9gRy1Gh0vrNLWv9TAd6gogEtTfe5iHWPEMjH6sgIK2p2S5xTOueVGzkZWG7C8TF8HzihouTTZZcsxPDndJKHAJtU9VDx-U8knVmzgfQwaptfh79-UI2AgA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700009813548114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da maioria dos filmes do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Burton&lt;/span&gt; ter mesmo um toque de suspense, terror e coisinhas macabras, acho que esse foi o campeão com relação ao sangue derramado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X_x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;fikei&lt;/span&gt; feliz por não ter barba e assim não me imaginar naquela cadeira, diante do barbeiro gatinho e sua  amiga navalha o_O&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ele tinha de ter matado somente o Juiz safado, afinal foi ele o causador disso tudo, mas tudo bem se ele quis ficar matando a galera...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o filme é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt;...roteiro, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;diretor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;, musicas, fotografia e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_ek4aZvyI/AAAAAAAAAgo/G2kiXi90OrA/s1600-h/PDVD_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_ek4aZvyI/AAAAAAAAAgo/G2kiXi90OrA/s320/PDVD_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700011638144802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou falar mais pra não contar o final, e vai que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; ainda não assistiu,não é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-4961746782504689019?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4961746782504689019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=4961746782504689019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/4961746782504689019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/4961746782504689019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweeney-tood.html' title='Sweeney Tood'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SY_elEC7aoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wZrtUCDovdw/s72-c/sweeneytodd_21aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-1364527774860027038</id><published>2008-12-27T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:09:12.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SVci7z2AQuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/b_cE3LSXKHs/s1600-h/eu+no+kintal+shuahsua+%2828%29-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SVci7z2AQuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/b_cE3LSXKHs/s320/eu+no+kintal+shuahsua+%2828%29-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284731098666910434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A paixão já passou em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Foi até bom mas ao final deu tudo errado&lt;br /&gt;E agora carrego em mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor triste, um coração cicatrizado”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SVcmMCmtYwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yACULmEVnVY/s1600-h/shuahsu+%287%29-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 488px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SVcmMCmtYwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yACULmEVnVY/s320/shuahsu+%287%29-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284734676042081026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje tive uma tarde legal...Alguém me disse coisas bonitas =B coisas que qualquer um gostaria de ouvir.Puf...deveria ser ótimo. Seria ,se n fosse a barreira que me  impede de sentir msm que sou assim, especial pra alguém, algué que não é quem eu queria que fosse.[Outro]&lt;br /&gt;E sabe quem fez a barreira? Eu ! Eu construí, me isolando num lugar feio q eu esperava deixar bonito, já não espero transformar nada aqui...até porque eu precisaria de uma ajuda...sozinha n da, nem se eu quisesse mais do que quis... e nem sei se quero mais...o fato é que construi a tal barreira com alguma coisa  bem forte...ta difícil,mas eu quero sair! ...pq tem algo bom me esperando lá fora e esperar é ruim! Esperar cansa ...talvez mt coisa boa já me esperou ate cansar e eu não percebi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanos são complicados demais... mas não quero voltar p meu mundo e ficar la sozinha com meus pensamentos...pq as vzs eles me dão medo e quando eu tiver medo eu não quero estar só...como também n quero solidão nos dias felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correr na grama verdinha e fazer bolinhas  de sabão é bem legal, mas deve ser melhor quando se tem companhia ...q vai rir pq sou boba e msm assim vai ta la, e  fik olhando as bolhinhas coloridas atéeeeee ela PLUFT sumir  \o/  weeeeeeeeeeee, deve ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estanho... “alguém” pensa em mim, como eu penso “nele”&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeerr x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não queria ser um “ele” pra esse “alguem” que ta sendo um “eu” que me atrapalhei e me perdi.u.u mas e daí, já tava perdida msm... la vou eu pela estrada afouraã u.u&lt;br /&gt;_ _’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-1364527774860027038?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1364527774860027038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=1364527774860027038' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1364527774860027038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1364527774860027038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/paixo-j-passou-em-minha-vida-foi-at-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SVci7z2AQuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/b_cE3LSXKHs/s72-c/eu+no+kintal+shuahsua+%2828%29-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-1176530571263712883</id><published>2008-12-09T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:15:40.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquinha de Banheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8j-eZJDsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wMn_l7x4wmk/s1600-h/monamour+%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8j-eZJDsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wMn_l7x4wmk/s320/monamour+%2831%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277976844518887106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Hoje no banho, quando estava desesperada lavando o olho por causa do xampu[shampoo? Sei la como escreve ’], eu vi uma mosquinha daquelas *-* e mesmo com os olhos ardendo,  me vi brincando com aqueles bichinhos toscos e bonitinhos que vez e outra habita o banheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  É, eu brincava com elas.Quando via uma uma moskinha,ficava la durante horas, talvez menos,horas duram muito...se bem que isso depende do que se esta fazendo.Enfim...eu passava um bom tempo olhando e mexendo p ver os “coraçoezinhos” voando, quando n ficava quase que de ponta cabeça só p vê nos bichinhos o formato do coração.=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crianças..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caindo um pouco mais na nostalgia, lembrei que também brincava com joaninhas, é. Sei la, mas &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8tCSxhAXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2AIBx5LDxUE/s1600-h/monamour+%2829%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8tCSxhAXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2AIBx5LDxUE/s320/monamour+%2829%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277986805724021106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uma resolveu por ovos em uma planta do meu jardim. Talvez nem existissem tantas joaninhas como eu lembro e  aquilo tudo não fosse tão lindo,mas como eu via era mágico pq crianças sabem enxergar o belo[belo de beleza, não o cantor de cabelo dscolorido]...   Passei muito tempo brincando com as joaninhas que moravam naquela planta *-* enchia as mãos sujas e pequenas com akele bichinhos coloridos e levava pro outro lado do jardim,colocava cada uma em um lugar e ficava olhando, depois recolhia todas e devolvia pra planta...lembro disso e que minha mão fedia x_X acho que elas tinham medo e faziam xixi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, qual o problema? Eu era muito sozinha, tinha medo de umas bonecas e por mais que eu gostasse, brincar de fazendinha as vezes cansava...pelo menos as moskinhas e as joaninhas se mexiam sozinhas, elas tinham vida como eu. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Mas voltando as mosquinhas...sabe que eu nunca entendi pra que elas servem[não que procure utilidade pra todo bicho do mundo]? Não sei nem se são moscas mesmo o_O Acho que não, mas eu chamo assim _ _’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8tCUvaruI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rlURqvWTNaw/s1600-h/monamour+%2830%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8tCUvaruI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rlURqvWTNaw/s320/monamour+%2830%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277986806252089058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sei lá, elas ficam só no banheiro... lá ketinhas,caladas e coladas na parede ...infeitando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu tava pesquisando e achei uma comunidade assim: Essa mosca não tem perspectiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;descrição:Essa espécie de mosca que vive nos banheiros alheios, que voam sem direção e que não apresentam habilidade suficiente para escapar da morte,simplesmente não tem perspectiva de vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;X____________________x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Mas elas são importantes, pq lembram minha infância *__*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E dizem q elas comem a sejera do azulejo o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*escrevi alguma coisa pra coloca no blog! réee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Çou invejosa =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-1176530571263712883?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1176530571263712883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=1176530571263712883' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1176530571263712883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1176530571263712883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-no-banho-quando-eu-tava_09.html' title='Mosquinha de Banheiro'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8j-eZJDsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wMn_l7x4wmk/s72-c/monamour+%2831%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-1898970396122284335</id><published>2008-12-09T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:06.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa de Botas Batidas II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8qYtM2CrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/P_8Fd07trOs/s1600-h/cafe+016-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST8qYtM2CrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/P_8Fd07trOs/s320/cafe+016-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277983892240206514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[continuando]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:monalisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:não! jornalista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:aa! vocÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:não! formatura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:festa chike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:wisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:convite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:formalidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:cansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:fila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:passe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:macumba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;tambor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;maracatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:recife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:frevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:fervo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:galo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:carne dura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:bíceps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:bombadinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:aminoácidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:hUAHSuHAUshUAHSuHAUSHAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:o_Oponta do pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:joanete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:pédivei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:péa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pelanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon 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diz:saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:*lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:gargalhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Xxxxxx ea@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mundiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:cordao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:*-* juntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:experimenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:gostei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:quer mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:diariamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:enjoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:gravida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:XXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:gostosa =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:XXXXXX '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:aniversario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:bolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:calorias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:esteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:20 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:intervalo&lt;br /&gt;22:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:pedidooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:fitinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:frocada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:maria mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:fofinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;almofada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:cama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:vai não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:súplica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:necessidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:fummm, chulé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:friera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:sera ki a bailarina tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:chico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:chicote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:beto carrero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:txupatxá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:faísca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:fisik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:química... huuunm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:atração uuuuuuuuum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:imã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:polos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:bussula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:norte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:amazonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:bisoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:suco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:gostoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:eu!&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;anderson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:marcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:teu pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:caminhao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:bigode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:chapeu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:couro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:catinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:furico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;rodinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:o.oroskinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:filmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:escurinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:desejos ocultos =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:uuuuuuuuuuuuuuui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:ki gostosinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:cabare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:fatimas bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:ladeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:montanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:cume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:bandeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:terça feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:metodologia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monalisa diz:novidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andeяѕon diz:curiosidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[continua]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-336718430884524259?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/336718430884524259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=336718430884524259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/336718430884524259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/336718430884524259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/monalisa-diz-ahhh-eu-keria-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/ST6yXUVXCKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vBfg6llCBYY/s72-c/f%C3%A3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-4050973367442736925</id><published>2008-12-06T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:46:44.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent Malloy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspY2yeUwI/AAAAAAAAAag/7UrC9CJWPfs/s1600-h/vincent+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspY2yeUwI/AAAAAAAAAag/7UrC9CJWPfs/s320/vincent+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276856895395484418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Malloy tem 7 anos.&lt;br /&gt;É simpatico e faz sempre o que lhe dizem.&lt;br /&gt;Para um rapaz da sua idade, é atencioso e agrádavel.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sonho dele é ser como Vincent Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se importa de viver com sua irmã, cão e gatos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas preferia partilhar a casa com aranhas e morcegos.&lt;br /&gt;Ali poderia refletir nos horrores que tinha inventado.&lt;br /&gt;E andaria por becos escuros só e atormentado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent é agrádavel quando a sua tia vem de visita,&lt;br /&gt;mas imagina mergulha-la em cera, para expor no seu museu.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de fazer experiências com seu cão Abacrombie.&lt;br /&gt;na esperança de criar um zumbi horrível,&lt;br /&gt;para que ele e o seu horrível cão zumbi,&lt;br /&gt;pudessem procurar vítimas no nevoeiro de Londres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspZpSX7XI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lEmmEWAXM5o/s1600-h/vincent+tia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspZpSX7XI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lEmmEWAXM5o/s320/vincent+tia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276856908951055730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, os seus pensamentos não são só de crimes violentos.&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de pintar e lêr para passr o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os outros garotos lêem livros como "Go Jane Go".&lt;br /&gt;o autor preferido de Vincent é, Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite enquanto lia um conto espantoso,&lt;br /&gt;leu uma passagem que o fez empalidecer.&lt;br /&gt;uma noticia tão má que não podia aguentar,&lt;br /&gt;a sua bela esposa tinha sido enterrada viva.&lt;br /&gt;Cavou sua tumba para se certificar que estava morta,&lt;br /&gt;incosciente que a tumba, era o jardim da sua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe o mandou para o quarto de castigo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabia que tinha sido enviado para a torre do inferno.&lt;br /&gt;onde seria sentenciado a passar o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, com o retrato de sua bela esposa.&lt;br /&gt;Só e enlouquecido na sua prisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe entrou no quarto derrepente,&lt;br /&gt;e disse: "se quiser, pode sair e brincar,&lt;br /&gt;tem sol lá fora, e está um dia lindo."&lt;br /&gt;Vincent tentou falar mas não coneguiu.&lt;br /&gt;Os anos de isolamento deixaram-no muito fraco.&lt;br /&gt;Pegou num papel e escreveu com caneta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estou possuído por esta casa e nunca mais poderei sair."&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;"Não está possuído, nem está quase morto,&lt;br /&gt;este jogo está só na tua cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;não é Vincent Price, é o Vincent Malloy,&lt;br /&gt;Não está atormentado ou louco, é só um garotinho.&lt;br /&gt;Tem sete anos e é meu filho.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que vá lá para fora brincar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspZFxrnqI/AAAAAAAAAao/fNChPGNJy7U/s1600-h/vincent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspZFxrnqI/AAAAAAAAAao/fNChPGNJy7U/s320/vincent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276856899418693282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem raiva, deixou o quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto Vincent se encostou lentamente na parede,&lt;br /&gt;O quarto começou a tremer, tremia e chiava.&lt;br /&gt;A sua horrenda loucura tinha chegado ao máximo.&lt;br /&gt;Viu Abacrombie, o seu escravo zumbi,&lt;br /&gt;e ouviu a sua esposa que o chamava do mundo dos mortos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela falava do caixão e fazia pedidos terríveis,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto pelas paredes rachadas, saíam mãos de esqueletos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os horrores que atormentavam os seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;levaram o seu riso louco a gritos de terror.&lt;br /&gt;Para tentar escapar da loucura tentou chegar a porta,&lt;br /&gt;mas caiu moribundo no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Com voz suave e muito lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;recitou "O Corvo" de Edgar Allan Poe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...e a minha alma para fora dessa sombra...&lt;br /&gt;...que flutua sobre o chão...&lt;br /&gt;...não se levantará...&lt;br /&gt;...NUNCA MAIS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspZx5283I/AAAAAAAAAa4/fBIheAQR4AI/s1600-h/vincente+guarda+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 533px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspZx5283I/AAAAAAAAAa4/fBIheAQR4AI/s320/vincente+guarda+chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276856911264150386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(Tim Burton - Vincent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-4050973367442736925?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4050973367442736925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=4050973367442736925' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/4050973367442736925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/4050973367442736925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/vincent-malloy.html' title='Vincent Malloy'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STspY2yeUwI/AAAAAAAAAag/7UrC9CJWPfs/s72-c/vincent+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-145583252898194322</id><published>2008-12-04T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:54:18.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O pequeno menino ostra'/><title type='text'>Gatora Voodoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STiPMdtwJUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ATZyZGuLRkk/s1600-h/voodo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STiPMdtwJUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ATZyZGuLRkk/s320/voodo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276124407762265410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele é de um claro tecido,&lt;br /&gt;Todo costurado e refeito.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos alfinetes coloridos&lt;br /&gt;Despontam-lhe à altura do peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que giram como discos,&lt;br /&gt;Ela possui um belo par.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos de poderes hipnóticos:&lt;br /&gt;Olhos de apaixonar os rapazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapazes que coloca em transe,&lt;br /&gt;Como verdaderiros zumbis.&lt;br /&gt;É o caso de um zumbi francês,&lt;br /&gt;Que depois só dizia:"Oui, oui".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STiPMsTO4NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mPmd9aFhlck/s1600-h/voodo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STiPMsTO4NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mPmd9aFhlck/s320/voodo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276124411677565138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela também tem uma sina&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais pode ser quebrada:&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém dela se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração sente as espetadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STiPKs6TyJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/sJzlPIPjr3U/s1600-h/voodo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STiPKs6TyJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/sJzlPIPjr3U/s320/voodo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276124377481726098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tim Burton]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-145583252898194322?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/145583252898194322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=145583252898194322' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/145583252898194322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/145583252898194322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/gatora-voodoo.html' title='Gatora Voodoo'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/STiPMdtwJUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ATZyZGuLRkk/s72-c/voodo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-2496151570465570384</id><published>2008-11-06T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:28:33.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O pequeno menino ostra'/><title type='text'>The girl with many Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRN0_0LKncI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jwsLwrTQ1m0/s1600-h/menino+ostra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRN0_0LKncI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jwsLwrTQ1m0/s320/menino+ostra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265681029012299202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi denovo =P&lt;br /&gt;Continuando com os poemas, traduzidos graças a Augusto...Gutênho, menino de ouro!&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Garota com Vários Olhos&lt;br /&gt;(The girl with many Eyes - Tim Burton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia no parque,&lt;br /&gt;eu tive uma surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheci uma garota&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha vários olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRN0_uy1LDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ymEF3xc8TYA/s1600-h/The_Girl_with_many_Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRN0_uy1LDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ymEF3xc8TYA/s320/The_Girl_with_many_Eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265681027568053298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela realmente era muito bonita&lt;br /&gt;(e quase chocante!)&lt;br /&gt;e eu percebi que ela tinha uma boca,&lt;br /&gt;então nós iniciamos a conversa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós falamos sobre flores,&lt;br /&gt;e sobe sua poética,&lt;br /&gt;e sobre os problemas que ela tinha&lt;br /&gt;e se ela sempre usava óculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É legal conhecer uma garota&lt;br /&gt;que tem muitos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;mas você realmente fica mal,&lt;br /&gt;quando ela cai e chora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-2496151570465570384?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2496151570465570384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=2496151570465570384' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/2496151570465570384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/2496151570465570384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-with-many-eyes.html' title='The girl with many Eyes'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRN0_0LKncI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jwsLwrTQ1m0/s72-c/menino+ostra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-5758913521440029926</id><published>2008-11-05T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:51:48.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O pequeno menino ostra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Burton'/><title type='text'>O Triste Fim do Pequemo Menino Ostra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJD-r9lr0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/B7v1htnh_Yc/s1600-h/146_0181-1.jpg"&gt;ue&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJD-r9lr0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/B7v1htnh_Yc/s320/146_0181-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265345658581528386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá!&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez o assunto é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;“O triste fim do pequeno menino ostra e outras historias”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; . O livro já foi lançado aqui no Brasil, mas eu n tenho... e os poemas que eu já li [da versão em português] não encontro mais ¬¬’. Só tenho os originais e muitas vezes as traduções ficam toscas, mas tentei dar uma arrumada e as partes mais bonitinhas foram traduzidas por Augusto *_____* e Sidneyzenho também ajudow.Então vamos la...Começando pelo começo né? HAUSHUAHSUHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A Melancólica morte do menino O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;stra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele propôs nas dunas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles se casaram no mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRI-nbVIXgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AVcbFEguWqE/s1600-h/menino+ostra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRI-nbVIXgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AVcbFEguWqE/s320/menino+ostra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265339761421737474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Seus nove dias de longa lua-de-mel&lt;br /&gt;Foram na ilha de Capri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a ceia eles tinham um prato espetacular -&lt;br /&gt;Uma ebulição moderada,ensopado de peixe e moluscos.&lt;br /&gt;E, enquanto ele servia o caldo,&lt;br /&gt;noiva do seu coração cometeu um desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse desejo se tornou realidade, ela deu à luz a um bebê.&lt;br /&gt;mas era esse pequeno, humano (?)&lt;br /&gt;bem, talvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRI-nzD1EaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Vdw2m3NwYCE/s1600-h/menino+ostra2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRI-nzD1EaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Vdw2m3NwYCE/s320/menino+ostra2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265339767791620514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dez dedos das mãos, dez dedos dos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ele tinha visão.&lt;br /&gt;Ele podia ouvir, ele podia sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;mas era normal?&lt;br /&gt;Não é bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;Este nascimento sobrenatural, este cancro , esta chaga,&lt;br /&gt;Foi o começo e o fim  ao somatório de sua triste sina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ela chamou o médico:&lt;br /&gt;"Ele não pode ser meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ele tem cheiro do oceano, algas marinhas e de água salgada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDGTotS3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/SUDB_3H0qS4/s1600-h/menino+ostra4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDGTotS3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/SUDB_3H0qS4/s320/menino+ostra4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265344689978821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Você deve contentar-se com  a sorte, pois só na semana passada,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tratei de uma menina com três orelhas e um nariz aquilino.&lt;br /&gt;Que seu filho é meio ostra você não pode me culpar&lt;br /&gt;... você já considerou, por acaso, uma pequena casa junto ao mar? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabendo o nome para ele,&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram-no chamado Sam,&lt;br /&gt;ou, por vezes, "aquela coisa que se pareça com um grampo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBtw1DqGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-Ya-bQUoq4M/s1600-h/menino+ostra5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBtw1DqGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-Ya-bQUoq4M/s320/menino+ostra5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265343168806889570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Todo mundo me perguntava, mas ninguém podia contar,&lt;br /&gt;-Quando jovem menino ostra de sua ostra sairá?&lt;br /&gt;Quando os quadrigêmeos Thompson  o via&lt;br /&gt;Chamavam-lhe de “bivalves” e iam embora rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBuUKtaOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3h-oIHzcBXc/s1600-h/menino+ostra6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBuUKtaOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3h-oIHzcBXc/s320/menino+ostra6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265343178292947170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Numa tarde de primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Sam, foi deixado na chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Ao ângulo sudoeste  da vista do mar&lt;br /&gt;Ele viu a água em forma de chuva como um redemoinho&lt;br /&gt;caindo em exaustão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBuWUFkII/AAAAAAAAAW0/HFNfSP80-0Q/s1600-h/menino+ostra7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBuWUFkII/AAAAAAAAAW0/HFNfSP80-0Q/s320/menino+ostra7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265343178869149826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sua mãe na auto estrada&lt;br /&gt;Na passagem estreita e depressiva&lt;br /&gt;martelando o painel de utilidades&lt;br /&gt;Ela não podia conter a aflição que nascia&lt;br /&gt;nem a frustração, nem a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Realmente, meu amor", disse ela&lt;br /&gt;"Não quero dizer para tornar divertido,&lt;br /&gt;mas algo cheira a peixinhos&lt;br /&gt;e penso que é nosso filho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de dizer isto, mas é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Você está culpando o nosso filho para seus problemas na cama. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBu_pCtgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h6Ln_Wcau4c/s1600-h/menino+ostra8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBu_pCtgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h6Ln_Wcau4c/s320/menino+ostra8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265343189962896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ele tentou, ele tentou pomadas&lt;br /&gt;que deixou tudo vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tentou poções e loções&lt;br /&gt;e tintura de chumbo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele se doeu, ele se irritou, ele ridicularizou e ele sangrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O médico diagnosticou,&lt;br /&gt;"Não sou capaz de ter a certeza,&lt;br /&gt;mas a causa do problema também pode ter cura.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que ostras dão  poderes sexuais.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez comendo o seu filho&lt;br /&gt;iria ajudar a fazê-lo por horas! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBvSMJyLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QD5f5YWwVm8/s1600-h/menino+ostra9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJBvSMJyLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QD5f5YWwVm8/s320/menino+ostra9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265343194941999282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ele veio na ponta dos pés&lt;br /&gt;Ele veio no céu,&lt;br /&gt;Com suor em sua frente,&lt;br /&gt;e em seus lábios - uma me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ntira.&lt;br /&gt;“filho, você está feliz? eu não sei orar&lt;br /&gt;mas você sonha com o céu?&lt;br /&gt;você já quis morrer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDGOHGM7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/RswE75F9f0w/s1600-h/menino+ostra10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDGOHGM7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/RswE75F9f0w/s320/menino+ostra10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265344688495670194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam ignorou os olhos dele duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não reclamou&lt;br /&gt;O pai empunhou sua faca e soltou sua ligação&lt;br /&gt;E ele apanhou seu filho,&lt;br /&gt;Sam colocou seu paletó,&lt;br /&gt;com a coberta em seus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Sam deslocou sua garganta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDFha5sOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GjNn3nMJiLs/s1600-h/menino+ostra11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDFha5sOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GjNn3nMJiLs/s320/menino+ostra11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265344676499140834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles o enterraram  rapidamente na areia junto ao mar&lt;br /&gt;-suspirou uma oração, choraram uma lágrima -&lt;br /&gt;e eles foram para casa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDFj1FH6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/DRNTlWPABCA/s1600-h/menino+ostra12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDFj1FH6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/DRNTlWPABCA/s320/menino+ostra12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265344677145812898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Uma cruz de bambu  e na sepultura:Menino Ostra.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras escritas na areia&lt;br /&gt;”Jesus prometeu  poupar”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mas sua memória foi perdida como uma onda na maré alta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDFDvbtkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/j1yJfX0dn2Y/s1600-h/menino+ostra13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJDFDvbtkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/j1yJfX0dn2Y/s320/menino+ostra13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265344668532192834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-5758913521440029926?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5758913521440029926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=5758913521440029926' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/5758913521440029926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/5758913521440029926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-triste-fim-do-pequemo-menino-ostra.html' title='O Triste Fim do Pequemo Menino Ostra'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SRJD-r9lr0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/B7v1htnh_Yc/s72-c/146_0181-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-1538077086774943674</id><published>2008-11-03T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:53:52.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O pequeno menino ostra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Burton'/><title type='text'>Alice no País das Maravilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lHcls7cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JO1VMm_DcCU/s1600-h/alice_au_pays_des_merveilles_001800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lHcls7cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JO1VMm_DcCU/s320/alice_au_pays_des_merveilles_001800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264608036771392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegando embalo do post anterior, venho com assunto relacionado a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tim Burton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (bis) [Atoron].&lt;br /&gt;Tipassim, Acho que todo mundo já sabe que ele esta produzindo uma nova versão do Clássico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;“Alice no pais das maravilhas”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; nea?&lt;br /&gt;Anham...é aquela menininha loira drogadinha msm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lHySdunI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Oozp0B2Hj8A/s1600-h/cogumelo_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lHySdunI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Oozp0B2Hj8A/s320/cogumelo_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264608042596285042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que corria atras do coelho branco o_O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que quando assisti a primeira vez eu fiquei aflita com as loucuras e ela nunca chegava onde devia chegar,  o coelho que n parava,  ela ficava pequena demais,grande demais, o gato bonitinho dava medo... aparecia e sumia mais que o mestre dos magos e... e... e era assustador p mim. Dae cresci, ou melhor, fiquei mais velha ‘-‘ e um dia desse eu fui assistir novamente e pelamordedeus o___O’ aquele tal de Lewis Carroll tava chapadão quando escreveu a historia,so pode! Mas é mt foda! Alice comendo cogumelo e vendo coisas =P a Lagartinha fumando. AHUShUAHSuHAUS mó viagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltando ao assunto Tim Burton...comentarios básicos da net :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca vi uma versão de Alice em que eu sentisse que toda a obra original foi traduzida na tela. É uma série de aventuras esquisitas, e tentar fazê-las funcionar como filme será interessante", disse Burton ao Sci-Fi Wire. "As histórias [de Alice] são como drogas para menores, sabe?" [omelete]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O site Celeb Edge noticiou que o ator Johnny Depp (Sweeney Todd: O Barbeiro Demoníaco da Rua Fleet) irá trabalhar mais uma vez com o diretor Tim Burton: ele viverá o personagem Chapeleiro Louco, na adaptação de Alice no País das Maravilhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lIp20mRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/fylhSh3e1Yk/s1600-h/burton-alice-FL-tsrimg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lIp20mRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/fylhSh3e1Yk/s320/burton-alice-FL-tsrimg-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264608057512728850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lIegJZhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XHSVW63VBm4/s1600-h/aliceinwonderland-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lIegJZhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XHSVW63VBm4/s320/aliceinwonderland-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264608054464833042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atriz australiana Mia Wasikowska (da série In Treatment, do canal HBO) viverá a personagem Alice. A adaptação irá misturar filmagens live-action com animações através da captura de movimentos, além de utilizar a tecnologia 3D para a exibição nos cinemas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não me engano, essa é a 7ª parceria [Tim Burton + Johnny Depp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lI0wualI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tl5G4VQcFSc/s1600-h/Johnny-depp_Tim-Burton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lI0wualI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tl5G4VQcFSc/s320/Johnny-depp_Tim-Burton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264608060439947858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*____*  Aaaaa, eu tow ansiosa pra ver pronto . Será ki vai ter gato listrado? Kkkkkkkk p falar a verdade eu preferia uma animação estilo Burton *_______________* mas vamos esperar...e sentados ;) pq o lançamento esta previsto p março de 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já estou me vendo no cinema c meu óculos 3D eleganterrima. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjuz meliga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-1538077086774943674?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1538077086774943674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=1538077086774943674' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1538077086774943674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1538077086774943674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/pegando-embalo-do-post-anterior-venho.html' title='Alice no País das Maravilhas'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ-lHcls7cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JO1VMm_DcCU/s72-c/alice_au_pays_des_merveilles_001800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-9036299985891456413</id><published>2008-11-01T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:54:03.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O pequeno menino ostra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Burton'/><title type='text'>/Ficadica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ09RKwHauI/AAAAAAAAAU0/K7sm8wsULJM/s1600-h/noiva-cadaver-poster02-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ09RKwHauI/AAAAAAAAAU0/K7sm8wsULJM/s320/noiva-cadaver-poster02-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263930904619215586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ00FbI6QyI/AAAAAAAAATU/ISl6sTyNwjM/s1600-h/tim_burton_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ00FbI6QyI/AAAAAAAAATU/ISl6sTyNwjM/s400/tim_burton_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920807255098146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela historia de eu não gostar de livros?&lt;br /&gt;Não é bem verdade, nem mentira ...Não é comum,mas tem livro que eu simpatiZo. Como por exemplo,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O Triste Fim do Pequeno Menino Ostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Talvez eu goste pq é obra do Tim Burton e graças a Rommel (sobrinho do kokoro), que indicou um filme lindo(A noiva cadáver) e me falou sobre outros feitos do Tim, descobri uma certa paixão pelo estilo deste Jovem senhor de cabelo bagunçado...as vezes chamado de Burton, o esquisito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cá pra nós, o esquisitismo dele me agrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, gamei! E fui eu pesquisar mais coisas e a cada “ozinho” do Gooooooogle eu ficava mais encantada. “Carambolas, como é que ele consegue essa mistura tão linda? De macabro e fantasia, de cores tristes no mundo real e cores berrantes no mundo dos mortos (A noiva Cadáver) e deixar tudo tão bonitinho?” eu ficava me perguntando =B&lt;br /&gt;E no meio de vários comentários sobre filmes, animações e afins encontrei o livro que apesar das aparências, não ficaria entre as obras literárias infantis com ursinhos, bichinhos lindinhos, princesas e todas as coisas fofas do mundo huahsuahushaus. “O triste fim do pequeno menino Ostra” segue o padrão estranho de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...talvez o meu problema com os outros livros seja preguiça  e também quem mandou não ter figurinhas? HAUSHAUHSUAHUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhando =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A Menina dos Olhos Fitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sempre de olhos fixos,arregalados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Uma menina assim eu conheci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Olhava com ar parado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ar de quem não está nem aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ075yHv9BI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XZzkP4WFBsc/s1600-h/m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ075yHv9BI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XZzkP4WFBsc/s320/m.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263929403358835730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Olhava pra baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ076OZeCSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aQRakputBSg/s1600-h/mm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ076OZeCSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aQRakputBSg/s320/mm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263929410949351714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Olhava pro alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ076TzBgAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4-DF6dcfvp8/s1600-h/mmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ076TzBgAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4-DF6dcfvp8/s320/mmm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263929412398710786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punha os olhos um tempão em você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sem que ficasse claro o por quê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ076-k3EdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K5J_aN7aOqY/s1600-h/mmmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ076-k3EdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K5J_aN7aOqY/s320/mmmm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263929423882031570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mas depois de ganhar a finalíssima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do premio Garota que Não pisca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ0766S7suI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rf-Cy3XNUdc/s1600-h/mmmmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ0766S7suI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rf-Cy3XNUdc/s320/mmmmm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263929422733095650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela deu finalmente ás suas vistas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas férias mais que merecidas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ09kswi4kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mQ4criVMros/s1600-h/mmmmmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ09kswi4kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mQ4criVMros/s320/mmmmmm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263931240165335618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bjuzmeligah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-9036299985891456413?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9036299985891456413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=9036299985891456413' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/9036299985891456413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/9036299985891456413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/ficadica.html' title='/Ficadica'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SQ09RKwHauI/AAAAAAAAAU0/K7sm8wsULJM/s72-c/noiva-cadaver-poster02-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-8642270075155441253</id><published>2008-10-31T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:28:21.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrei!</title><content type='html'>Réee eu tenho um Blog... mas que legal *olhando triste p tela*...O legal[ou não legal] é que nunca lembro dele. Clico num link , faço um comentário e la estow eu...dona e proprietária de um blog  que nem lembro mais a senha...Daê eu penso(sim eu penso): Ah, já que ta ai eu vou postar, mas n sei oq postar... até sabia... mas deu erro ’ Blog mardito&lt;br /&gt;Ain cansei de você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A noite é uma vaca preta e o boi esta la naquele lugar esperando você chegar” (Marli)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-8642270075155441253?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8642270075155441253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=8642270075155441253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/8642270075155441253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/8642270075155441253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/noite-uma-vaca-preta-e-o-boi-esta-la.html' title='Lembrei!'/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-1993798659784311540</id><published>2008-06-30T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:07:05.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGksVxuPDJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uop0hj5HJ5c/s1600-h/haushaus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGksVxuPDJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uop0hj5HJ5c/s320/haushaus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217750395921566866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;O amor em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; primeiro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você colocar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;amor em primeiro lugar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nem o medo, nem a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGksVzt1G2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gNcAEqTbFxI/s1600-h/mona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGksVzt1G2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gNcAEqTbFxI/s320/mona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217750396456737634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; vergonha, nem a dúvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;nem o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; desânimo, nem a preguiça,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nadadeixará você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; parar ....&lt;br /&gt;Quando você colocar o amor em primei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ro lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;As regras, as convenções, o que as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; irão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; dizer  ou pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Não vai lhe importar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quando você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; colocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; o amor em primeiro lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Você abrirá mão das suas poucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; horas de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGklmCa0DLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3-qDmW8nJ2U/s1600-h/%5Bsegundo+ato.+ing%C3%A1%5D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGklmCa0DLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3-qDmW8nJ2U/s320/%5Bsegundo+ato.+ing%C3%A1%5D2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217742978700020914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; descanso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Vestirá seu jaleco branco, irá se maquiar, colocar seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;nariz de palhaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;E se transformará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; em um doutor, tentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; levar&lt;br /&gt;alegria e esperança a pessoas que você nunca viu, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;sabe como se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; chamam, nem onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; moram, e muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;menos que idade têm,&lt;br /&gt;E que se um dia você encontra-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGktuOpEY0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/EJQhJNic5pE/s1600-h/3%C2%BA+ato.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGktuOpEY0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/EJQhJNic5pE/s320/3%C2%BA+ato.jpg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751915513013058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; na rua, com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;não lhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGktuQgOwGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A0PB92Iw9BM/s1600-h/Foto+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGktuQgOwGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A0PB92Iw9BM/s320/Foto+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751916012814434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; reconhecerão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao se lembrar da sensação que sentiu em receber&lt;br /&gt;aquele sorriso, nem que tenha sido somente o sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;do olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Você terá a certeza que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGksWK9daTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xj_KwJjjmH4/s1600-h/otiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGksWK9daTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xj_KwJjjmH4/s320/otiiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217750402696309042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; valeu a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; ter colocado o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;amor em primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGktt3H_OUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sWOIcFk3VgQ/s1600-h/%5Bsegundo+ato.+ing%C3%A1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGktt3H_OUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sWOIcFk3VgQ/s320/%5Bsegundo+ato.+ing%C3%A1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751909200247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073232413565585881-1993798659784311540?l=srtamonalisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1993798659784311540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073232413565585881&amp;postID=1993798659784311540' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1993798659784311540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073232413565585881/posts/default/1993798659784311540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtamonalisa.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-amor-em-primeiro-lugar-quando-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Eoaki o/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00176455083626803673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SfFJCpXMkSI/AAAAAAAAAok/UE4KLB3TaNo/S220/000_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGksVxuPDJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uop0hj5HJ5c/s72-c/haushaus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073232413565585881.post-41209306859809185</id><published>2008-06-27T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:46:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excluir ou recuperar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Um ano depois da criação deste blog, descubro que o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-pNdiUJunI/SGWlbSa6HdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gBFsx7JzdbU/s1600-h/000_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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